I was married a month and a half ago. I had known the boy since I was about eight and now I'm 25. I've had a crush on him since I was eight and he knew it but was quite mean to me. He used to hate me so much and couldn't even remember my name. But years ago, he started to like me and we fell in love.
We've had a few kids. The eldest, a boy and the youngest a girl. I love them with everything I have. But I think I love him more. He makes my knees go weak and my head spin. He doesn't work as much as me so he tries so hard to make sure I get sleep on my days off. He tries so hard for me, even if things don't always go right.
He actually likes to hug and cuddle and love me just like I do him. I love him. I love him. I love him. And I hope that nothing will ever tear us apart. My life is happy again. When I was younger, I was just about ready to give up. Life threw so many obstacles but I made it and he made it. Out of all of our friends, our lives were some of the hardest. But we made it. And I'm so glad we did.
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