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It's when I look through old letters,
Notebooks, blogs, and even old saved emails,
that's when I remember where our relationship started,
Going through all the successes, all the fails.

It's hard to remember how it was only a few years ago,
When we were tearing each other apart,
Now it feels like only a distant nightmare,
One that tends to keep pumping our love's heart.

I don't want to forget, because I don't want to stop feeling,
How fragile we are, how precious you are to me.
It's hard but I still read the emails, the letters and the texts,
So I can keep my old emotions locked away, unable to get free.

The night before our wedding I went through everything again,
Questioning, "Can I let go of these things forever?"
But when I look at you, really look at you,
I have no doubt whatsoever.

So forgive my grumpy moods, my fat days, my unshaved legs and burnt tea,
Because those are the moment I'm simply being me.
It doesn't mean my love will be stronger for you tomorrow than it is today,
It just means we're married, we're family, so being imperfect is okay.