Dear... whoever you are(haha, you must be a someone, must you not?).
So that's it. And we're married. Finally, huh? It must have taken a long time. A long wait, perhaps. Most especially in your part. Although I don't think the hard part is over. No, honey, the hard part is never going to be over.
You decided to marry me. Or we decided to marry each other. There must be something in you that totally caught my attention. You must be one heck of a guy. Because if you weren't, I probably would have married your best friend or maybe someone else who is one heck of a guy. But the fact is, you're here, and I'm here, and we're together and we hope to stay together. And maybe that's why I married you. Because you think there is some life worth wanting behind the gossamer curtains and the darkness of the mind. Because you know that there is something in the end that will make everything worthwhile.
You may probably already know this, but you've permanently just attached yourself to a psycho. It's actually a wonder that you got through to me and actually got to the part where you married me. It makes me wonder how we got this far.
Because you must know by now how obsessive I can become and how hideous I become in the desperate times that I've had that you've seen. You must know that there is a child hidden behind my eyes. You must know of my pains and hurts, my laughter and my jokes. And yet...
I'm sorry if I'm rambling on and on, but you must see, dear, that if we are married, then there is something there after all. People complain about me, about how completely cold I can become and how completely and utterly headstrong and stubborn and just impossible to deal with. And again, maybe that's what drew you to me. Not many people can say that they like me, I'm psycho for goodness' sake! But the fact that you are reading this letter, that you understand, that you grabbed my hand and had a sudden epiphanic and manic state where you said "I Do" means that you really do care.
That you really do love me for who I am.
Baby, I'm not asking for prince charming, or a knight in shining armor.
I'm just asking you to be who you are.So that's it. And we're married. Finally, huh? It must have taken a long time. A long wait, perhaps. Most especially in your part. Although I don't think the hard part is over. No, honey, the hard part is never going to be over.
You decided to marry me. Or we decided to marry each other. There must be something in you that totally caught my attention. You must be one heck of a guy. Because if you weren't, I probably would have married your best friend or maybe someone else who is one heck of a guy. But the fact is, you're here, and I'm here, and we're together and we hope to stay together. And maybe that's why I married you. Because you think there is some life worth wanting behind the gossamer curtains and the darkness of the mind. Because you know that there is something in the end that will make everything worthwhile.
You may probably already know this, but you've permanently just attached yourself to a psycho. It's actually a wonder that you got through to me and actually got to the part where you married me. It makes me wonder how we got this far.
Because you must know by now how obsessive I can become and how hideous I become in the desperate times that I've had that you've seen. You must know that there is a child hidden behind my eyes. You must know of my pains and hurts, my laughter and my jokes. And yet...
I'm sorry if I'm rambling on and on, but you must see, dear, that if we are married, then there is something there after all. People complain about me, about how completely cold I can become and how completely and utterly headstrong and stubborn and just impossible to deal with. And again, maybe that's what drew you to me. Not many people can say that they like me, I'm psycho for goodness' sake! But the fact that you are reading this letter, that you understand, that you grabbed my hand and had a sudden epiphanic and manic state where you said "I Do" means that you really do care.
That you really do love me for who I am.
Baby, I'm not asking for prince charming, or a knight in shining armor.
I'm just asking me to remain who I am.
I'm just asking for a love that will make you and me...
something enviable.
