Life is Irrecoverably Wasted ...

As I write, I'll sing this song for the greatest love I've ever known. To my heart, you have the only key, I beg of you, never set me free. I prayed to God for a love so true now, I, realize He already knew. In time my prayer WAS answered, the most wonderful man HE BLESSED ME WITH YOU. What we share feels so right to say I love you every night. Wonderful moments shared, precious memories, still tell me you care. I see your shadow, as I lay myself to sleep. Dreams of you, oh so sweet in my heart, I will keep. Look into my heart, my life. Tell me, what do you see? can you feel the need, the want, as I love being your wife, you my husband. Much joy and happiness you've brought me. If I had life to live again, I'd want to with you, my lover, my best friend. Always and Forever, I'll love you till the end.

The past holds many secrets for everyone, some secrets are harmless, some secrets are threatening and some secrets are just life changing, Secrets that many would die before ever revealing. In our lives we do not realize when a sentence, a thought, a doing or ever a whisper shall become a secret, Precious little things turn out to be an adventure and a change of events turn out to become deep dark secrets. From a tender age to an adult life, we gather secrets, Secrets sometimes we record in our neatly paged diaries and neatly folded letters, Secrets solely meant for our eyes only. Secrets are just secrets, but secrets, Most are revealed in unpredictable circumstances, those that open a can of worms, But the most dangerous of all secrets, Are the ones very well kept hidden. Do u have a secret?

Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone. You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream. But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gurgling noises. You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor. You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. Its snorting while laughing, its the tears when it feels like its all crashing down, its the farting, its the bedhead and bad breath, its the random dances, its the anger and the joy. Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing. It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty. It’s having someone have your back no matter what. Its fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves. And...