Our marriage is far from perfect, but its imperfection is what makes it so perfect. We are two opposite poles of a magnet and I guess that is why we are so drawn to each other. We are one and yet we are 2 separate individuals. I let him do his thing and he lets me do mine, we know our limits and we know which lines are not to be crossed. With B, there is no need to keep secrets, even if I try, he can read me like a book and I can pretty much let him tell me anything so, there’s no point in hiding a secret from each other.
Happy Birthday my Biskwit, I love you, love you.