But I guess I don't believe it's possible to overuse the things that you simply adore. I love ice cream. I love Sunday afternoon naps. I love sushi. I'm a sucker for acoustic. I love my husband and the look on his face when I do or say something super girly that he simply does not understand. Something tells me that I'll never get enough of these things. I love these things. How could there ever be enough of love? That word itself seems to cancel out a passionate word like "love." Enough passion? Never. Passion is what has created all of the things that make living seem worth it to me.
I'm well aware that a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses is so completely done by now that you just want to die. But I don't think I could find a girl that would turn them down, once presented to her. I'm just sayin. To argue that cliches don't exist would be silly and unrealistic. But I would argue that, by avoiding them completely, you'll miss out. Some things are repeated for a reason.
Yeah. I wrote down a reason that I love him everyday from January 1, 2012 - Jauary 1, 2013. And I know you may be dry heaving right now, but the Wife of the Year award is going to me and there is nothing you can do about it.