I remember you in 3rd grade. You had long hair with a cute smile, full of braces that caught my eye. As a crossing guard, I watched you get into your moms car after school. You had my mind wondering where you were off to. In middle school to early high school, I can recall lots of late night talks over the phone. Laughing out loud, trying to be quiet to not wake our parents. We were only children from broken homes, but not broken spirits. We were tougher than life. As life would have it though, we grew apart... but not for long. Even though the road we have walked has made us who we are, we are united once again. Years later, for the completion of His perfect will, we are called together by Someone much greater than Life and life's terms. You have always been special to me. You have always been beautiful to me. You have my eyes, my mind, and now my heart. Looking back, I can now see that I have loved you from the start. "God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you."
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