One of my grandmas died 3 months ago. Now my other grandma is dying. I hate the feeling but i'd rather her just go so i can grieve then treasure every last day.

I never thought i would be happy. Then I met you, I have never been so happy to be wrong. My wife, my savior, proving me wrong, yet again.

I have more problems than i can fit in 160 characters.

I've never met anyone like you. Knowing you feel the same makes it easy to see where this is going, and I can hardly wait.

I married you because I truely love you but you won't let me help you. You almost died again last night. I don't want to wake up a widow.