They say she is a feminist, a strong headed, highly opinionated girl and I am a male chauvinist. They say she is simple, sober intellectual and I am a stubborn, arrogant and rowdy dude. They say she is down to earth and I boast a lot. They say you are not made for each other but then we are living together, happily.
I do not know that if there should be any reasons for me to love her, to wish that she shall be my soul mate. The only thing that I can think of for why I want to marry her is that I love her. I love the way she looks at me, her eyes so bright and blue. I love the way she make me so happy and the way she show care. I love the way she says, "I Love You," and the way she is always there.
Strangers we were once. Then, with a gentle look she took my hand. As our lives engaged, she lit my life and I held both her hands. Now ours souls have indeed become one. How fortunate we are that we have found the love so true that everyone dreams about.