I love this truth: I’m in love with my best friend. Isn’t that wonderful?
It is only when I forget my needs that I can begin to love.
My love is not merely written on paper. It is etched in my heart.
When winter gardens refuse me flowers, I am grateful I have you to see.
I see photos of us together and stare in awe at my good fortune.
We must have loved before, in another time, place, existence. How else explain it?
More than half a century together, and I still love her even more each day.
There’s a time for passionate love, also one for becoming quiet. Both are sweet.
Two connected adjustable beds and remotes, one body pillow, a cuddly cat. One love.
She’s real and authentic all the time. I wouldn't have it any other way.
If love is a lottery, I’m so glad she took a chance on me.
When it’s dark, she’s my light. I’m glad there’s a day dedicated to love.
I prayed for peace and calm, and she became the answer to my prayers.
When I have only one more smile remaining, it will be just for her.
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