to you my husband,

We never got to see what our marriage should have been. The cruel epileptic mistress took that away from us. We deserved better. It wasn’t our ideal time, but I am grateful. Thank you for showing me what a relationship without fear and eggshell dancing is supposed to feel like.

You not only taught me, you shaped who I became. When the memories weren’t there, kissing my head goodnight still was. Thank you for dancing in the kitchen with me even when you were frustrated. Thank you for loving me as best as you could. You were my husband, even when you weren’t.

Thank you for choosing me to be your wife, I hope you believe I did it well.

I love you, Stevie Andrew.

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