I love being married.
He didn't promise a large, wealthy life.
Nor did he ever promise an easy one either.
What I see is what I get.
Nothing has changed, thankfully.
He is still he and I am still me.
Except now I am a wife.
I am his wife.
And everyday seems to get better and better because of it.
1 comment:
salam tahun baru hijrah and
happy 200nine dear.
psst: i also re-blog from my tumblr.
:)
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