The gangly boy with big brown eyes and unruly hair who grew up into an intoxicating man. I will love you, my swan, until death do us part.I've loved him as long as I can remember. You will know this every second of the other 364 days as well. This may be our first Valentine’s Day as man and wife, but know I don’t need a day designated by Hallmark to show you my infinite love. My love has belonged to you from the time I have my first conscious memory of you sprinting across your yard toward the grove of trees with your little legs pumping and your dark hair flying. I love our life together, and will not ever take a second of the gift of you for granted. You’ll be an amazing mother and role model to our children, Maverick. I want to watch you nurse and listen to your lullabies.

I want to change dirty diapers and wipe snotty noses. I want to feed you ice cream and rub lotion on your stomach to help with stretch marks and decorate our baby’s room in horrid greens and yellows (I know how much you love pastels). I noticed every strand of caramel in that thick, black, glossy mane of yours I love to grip when I sink home.Īs impossible as it seems, every day with you is better than the day before, but last night you made me the happiest man on the planet, outside of the night you agreed to be my wife. I drank in the slope of your face and the curve of your full pink lips. I watched your eyes dance as you dreamed, hopefully of the wicked ways I played your body last night. You may think that’s creepy and maybe it is, but I laid there for at least a solid hour thanking God that out of the billions of people in this world, I was lucky enough to grow up next to the woman who would not only be my best friend, but the one I would eventually call mine. So I did the only thing a girl like me in my position could do.įor BSA readers, this Valentine’s Day love letter is written after Chapter 20, Kael and Mavs first VD together.

And he destroyed me-us-the day he married my sister instead of me. But instead of smelling of promises, he stunk of betrayal. It didn’t even matter when he left me behind to go to college and start his adult life. It didn’t matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into woman. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop. I’ve loved him as long as I can remember.

Black swan affair by kl kreig