i have no one to blame but myself.








Despite all my better judgment (and the countless warnings from your family), I still love you the most. I love you in sickness. I love you in health. I love you in good times and I think (no, I know) that I love you more in the bad.

Thanks for the roses.
Thanks for the card.
Thanks for the McDonald's dinner.

And thanks for nine fabulous years.  

3 comments:

Tell me about it. Oh and thanks for validating my life.

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