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"An open letter to the man I choose to marry"

Dear Future Husband,

  Marriage, to me, was never a means to find my place in this world. It was never a means to find comfort and solice. It was simply: to love. To embrace all your flaws as you embrace mine. Marriage, unbeknownst to many, is not just a piece of paper with the last time I will ever write my maiden name. No, it is more. So much more, and since I chose you, you must obviously feel the same.
  Here's what I want: you. You and nothing else. You and no one else. Ever. Some days I will be angry at you for not being who I think you should be. Some days I will want to scream and yell and tear apart the goodness that you bring to my life because sometimes it is going to be hard. Don't change. Don't cease to be the kind-hearted, gentle person that you are when I get that way. It isn't you. I promise.
  Because of you, I have laid aside my singlehood for domesticity, and I will fight it. But, I will not mean it. Because I have chosen you, I have chosen to be embraced every night and every morning. I have chosen to allow you into every crevice of my heart so that you can bury yourself inside. I have chosen to allow you to plant yourself into my very being so that you and I become one. So that your roots become so entwined with mine we are indistinguishable.  I chose you. Out of all the others...you. But remember you chose me too. And that mutuality it is what will keep us equal.
  I promise you there will be times when I will hug you tighter so I know you will remember me when we fight and you want to leave. I promise you there will be times when I will kiss you longer so when you want to spit negative words at me you remember the taste of my kiss instead. I promise you there will be times when I stare at you more intensely so when you don't want to look at me you will remember the contours of my face.
  I want you to remember one thing. It is us. Only us. You will become my ups and my downs. You, more than anyone else, will become the reason I want to hold onto this life. Not fame, not career, not friends, not family...you. So I ask you to catch me when I fall and support me when I can't go on.
  Together we will build a life full of love and passion and goodness and pain and suffering and never look back knowing that God has brought our hearts to the place where we never thought we could be. We will love each other with a never-ending fire that will consume us because to live in mediocrity is to not live at all.
  I may be afraid now, but knowing I will be forever the object of your reason to breathe gives me hope that that fear will cease to take precedence in me. I trust you. I trust your love, your care, your respect, and your reason for choosing me. And for letting me choose you, I thank you.

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