I Choose You

because I believe we would be stronger together than a part.

because I wanted more than what nature had in store for me.

because you bring happiness to the empty places in my heart.

when I realized the kind of love I was missing.

because I needed you to become whole.

to receive the love you have to give.

because I wanted to be the one to show a love without limits.

because you needed a strong heart to guide you.

because I wanted to be the one you'll remember when you look back on your life.

because I want to share my blessings.

to help me make the best person I could become.

because I want to be the one to kiss your pain away and make it all better.

because I want to be there when you experience life's challenges.

because you needed someone as I did.

because you touched my heart.

so that neither of us would be alone.

because I knew that without you in my life I would not be as happy as I am now.

because you fill my days with more meaningful purpose.

because you help me experience all that life has to offer.

because you teach me how to play again.

because I was lead to you.

because you were and always will be the choice of my heart.

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