Undistorted Surname

Like any causal night, I was checking the last updates on Facebook. I came across a post by The Scribbled Stories which goes as thus:
https://www.facebook.com/TheScribbledStories/photos/a.1157506880929759.1073741828.1156243537722760/1402109826469462/?type=3&theater

That changed the rest of the night and a bigger part of life.

This is for you, my love.

"Please don't let this happen to me. I am aware that I am the worst woman. That's why I need the best man. May not be to fix me, but be there to stop me from becoming worst to beast. Somewhere, in a corner of my mind, you ignite a spark that illuminates my heart. I need that warmth against the chills of life.

You will always have many other who would want to be with you. They will do anything to be with you. Alas! I cannot pretend nor I can endure much. But I can always promise you my honesty and commitment.

More importantly, I miss you. I miss you more than your love. Your love for me is a blessing indeed. But you as a whole is an altogether an adventurous experience. For a free spirit like me, no experience should be an exception.

You are an excellent man. A man of virtue and celebrations, opportunities and victories, pamper and temper. To be with you, needs a constant effort of lifetime. I may not be willing to work hard always, but certainly I am ready to spend the time of my existence to discover you and rediscover myself.

When I look at myself through your eyes, I find a beautiful me. Not a prettier face, but a considerate mind. Not a rich wallet, but a kind heart. I like it what I am with you. That's the new revealing I am rejoicing. And I want to see more of me like this.

I need you to stop certain things from changing. I find it cute when our names are echoed in us. Let's the beauty last till we do. Please don't let it change. Let me be yours."

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