Sometimes I get jealous of you. After all, you married the world’s most beautiful and brilliant woman. Happy anniversary, dearest husband!
In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
I just want you to know, that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you.
Forever is a long time, but I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side.
I just want you to know, that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you.
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I’ll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
I didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than I did the day I married you, but somehow my love only grows. I love you today and always.
Love is not about how many days, months, or years you have been together. Love is about how much you love each other every single day.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
Every love story is special, unique and beautiful—but ours is my favorite.
