runaway princess…

When we first met as chat buddies, I sulked about the men in my life and you said, “Never give up on us. Who knows that the next person might be the one?” I took your advice and now look what happened.

I love it when you say, “When I play hockey, I forget everything else and just concentrate on the game”, but as soon as you slide through the ice and score a goal, your eyes search frantically for me wondering whether I saw that goal of yours.

It’s awfully cute how you always either postpone or refuse to go shopping for yourself, but when you finally do, you rob an entire Calvin Kline rack.

You carry that X factor most men would die for.

I am actually 100% sure that you will be an excellent father.

You’re a romantic jock who can hit the dance floor without looking stupid. I am still speechless on this one.

Based on your past photos, I am relieved to know that you are very much like wine. You age with grace so I am looking forward to growing old with you.

It’s cute how you spend your nights watching National Geographic or Discovery then recite the whole show to me the next day.

You attract both the male and female yet you remain a straight, friendly, down to earth male. (Fiuuhhh)

I forgive all your jealousy because it turns me on deep down.

You admit and point out other good looking men in a nightclub, aside from yourself.

You got the body, you got the face, you got the profession, you got the fashion, and but spend as much time for your hair as those girls at the modeling agency.

When you receive no reply of SMS from me within one hour, you mope like a 5 year old who couldn’t get his candy.

You keep on saying that you’re cheap but I have to say that you’re awfully terrible at it! You’re so Mother Theresa at heart.

You make movie scenes come true. You kiss me in the rain. You stare at me in the eyes from across the table. You slow dance in the middle of a club while they play trance. You count stars with me on the beach.

You have a beautiful soul. You’re kind. You’re polite. You’re old school.

You are never ashamed of shedding tears over a romantic love story. It makes you such an excellent customer for Kleenex.

You are the most respectful bar owner I have ever met. Actually, you are the most respectful man I’ve ever met.

It’s a great relief to know that you are such a great communicator. You share everything willingly. You’re open. You’re honest.

I know you’ve won best defense repeatedly at hockey but you’re still the sexiest striker.

I am extremely against your puffing but goodness…you are so attractive when exhaling.

You know exactly how to get what you want and you actually get it.

You hold my hand and stay by my side at events and parties. You even steal kisses and whisper how much you love me. That is too good to be true.

You send me flowers outside of events and holidays. You send me flowers just because.

My dear, you are a Kama Sutra dream come true.

It is soothing to know how much respect you have for women. You’re not the type that stares at flashing cleavage or sprawled naked legs until your eyes pop out. You are awesome.

You chased me on the beach, caught me, carried me and threw me in the water before falling on top of me. I have been waiting for that scene all my life.

The things that you can do, you do them to your best capacity. The things that you cannot do, you learn to do them to your best capacity.

You are the best listener that I’ve ever met simply because you end up remembering everything I think of, say and do.

You pay attention to my hair, my skin, the accidental stains on my shirt, the color of my eye shadow, how I wear my eyeliner, whether I have done my nails or not, and my eye bags when I am tired. Thank you. Most girls dream for that attention.

When you’re alone you spend your time watching DVDs instead of anything else that might worry me.

You are born good looking and you’ll always be attractive for your age. That is not so important but something I can cherish over.

You choose your friends.

You have a great smile. I know it. I know you know it.

You are that exact meaning of open-mindedness. You’re tolerant. You’re understanding. You accept. You give room.

You’re a Gemini. You’re like the twin I was born with, lost and found again. I cannot ask for a better partner.

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