I guess I have always been deeply terrified to really be someone's wife since I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really.
If a man loves you... he's willing to profess it. He'll give you a title after a while. You're going to be his lady, his woman, his fiancee, his wife, his baby's mama, something.
While I relish our warm months, winter forms our character and brings out our best.

