My Megan,
You roared into my life at full throttle and I’ll never forget the
evenin I first gazed into your big, blue eyes. My world stopped in that moment.
I didn’t realize you would become by everythin. The air I need to breathe and
the angel who gives me a soul.
You accept me for who I am. Flaws and all. You believe in me even
when I have a hard time believin in myself. You trust me. Your smile makes me
believe I can conquer the world. You make me laugh. You make me think. You make
me hot. You make me angry.
You make me feel.
You and me, we have each other’s backs. No matter how many times we
fall, we lift each other up. My heart, my soul, my life rests in the palms of
your hands. No matter what you face, I have you, baby. I’ll be your strength.
Your rock. Your man.
Your Outlaw.
In your arms and in your body, you carry the best of me. The
children you give to me are my pride and joy and I’m in awe that we’ve created
somethin so perfect that’s a piece of me. You’ve given me that. You’re a
wonderful mother, a sexy wife, and a great friend.
I’m not a hearts and roses type of man, Megan. I’m hard and rough,
rude and crude. This letter took hours to do because I wanted to give my girl
somethin she deserves, not what I know and what I’m used to.
But, for you, I’m willin to compromise and look up the correct
spellins and grammar to send you a letter once a year, on our anniversary, the
day I became the luckiest man in the world and put my ring on your finger.
I love you.
Christopher
p.s. I’m fuckin Outlaw, too. You said that shit yourself and he
gotta send you a letter to, baby. Anyway, this was my original letter ‘til the
boys told me you might chain up The Promised Land again. Can’t have that shit.
Ever a-fuckin-gain.
Megan,
You have the best pussy in the world. I love that you now a freaky
little nympho. I love fuckin you and lovin you and havin you in my life. I’m
the luckiest motherfucker alive to call you mine.
I love the fuck outta you, baby.
Outlaw
