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The Kind of Man He Promised To Be

Thirteen years ago he promised to try and be the kind of boyfriend I had been waiting for


Eleven years ago he vowed to be the man that would never break my heart


He vowed that I would never again on his watch have to keep a sad song on repeat trying to find healing 


He promised to be the kind of man that stayed around when things were good when things were bad and everything else in between


He vowed to be the kind of man that would give me the feeling of always knowing that I could look over and have my forever best friend by my side 


He promised to be the kind of man that would make me forget about the heartache that led me to him


He vowed to be the kind of man to give me grace upon grace and forgiveness when I least deserved it


He promised to be the kind of man that would show our sons what hard work, honest love and never giving up on someone looks like 


He promised to be the one to choose us over and over again every day


He vowed to be the one to do this all over, again and again, knowing the ups and downs it would bring us through as long as he could do it holding my hand


He promised to be my plus one, forever wedding date and the one that helps give my dreams wings to fly


But the most important thing he promised all those years ago was to simply be there


To be my soft place to land when the world turned its back on me. To be there to help carry me through the hard times and rejoice with me through the good times, he simply promised to always be there and that was more than enough

#marriage 
#love

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