Seven years ago today a cute boy asked me to be his girlfriend.
One year ago, that same boy asked me to be his wife.
This year I get to marry him.
Today marks our last unmarried anniversary together. Next year, we get to start a whole new anniversary! I can't wait. My heart belongs to him, always.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along. Rumi (1207 - 1273)
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