Let's pretend for a moment that The Husband-Man, aka My Bebe, aka My Robby, aka The Love of my Forever actually looks at my blog, OK? (Side note: If I should die, could someone please point him to it? I think he might actually read it then...and only then.)
My Dear Love,
Eight years have flown by, and yet, they haven't. I can't remember or imagine life without you by my side. You complete me. Yes, it is cliche, but YES, it is true. I am a happier person with you. That's why I kneel next to you when you are sitting in the office chair. I want to be near you always. I need to be near you.