S h e w h O m A d e M y l I f e b E t t e R

Pain.

That's all I felt before I met her.

Sadness.

That's all I felt before we were friends.

Joy.

Happiness.

Ah, those wonderful wholesome emotions that I can feel now that I'm right by her side.

She laid on my lap as I ran my fingers through her soft, silky hair.

Her hair is as soft as a bunny's fur, and the color of a dove.

I took hold of her soft hand and held it.

How did she make my life better, you ask?

She was always there for me. There for when I was down, there for when the other girls picked on me. She was always there when I needed her most.

And now she's my wife.