Addicted ~ A Rumbelle Fanfiction

It was a cold evening as I tied my tie. I looked up at the picture on the wall from moments before my dearie and I became official partners for life. I am so deeply in love with her. You see, love is something that cannot be explained. Love is as delicate as a rose. The feeling you you get every time you see your dearie. It's completely out of this world. Same. Even though we've been married for a couple of years, every time I see her my stomach flips and I get butterflies. I spirt wings and I fly away with her. And I still remember the very day I met my dearie.