His chest is where I lay my head down to sleep at night. His chest holds 1000 pounds every single waking moment of the day. It holds the secrets of his friends and family which he would never tell, it holds the regrets of the things that he's done in his life that he's scared to admit, it holds the weight of a million words left unsaid. His chest carries his heart, which beats for me. I listen to it as he sleeps and it brings me comfort. His chest is my pillow, my drool and tear catcher, my refuge. This man is my world, and his chest is so much more. I love you so much Robert Keith Leer Davajon Malone. I can't wait to be your faithful, loving wife.
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