You are my everything ... Of course, you will not learn about this either from the news on Channel One, or from friends-acquaintances, or even from me. No, I'm not too proud. So, just a little. I am rather reasonable, and therefore I understand that neither God nor your parents prophesied to you such as me. You need a different one, one that will turn your life into a fairy tale from a Disney cartoon. A bride in a white dress from the most fashionable designer, flapping her eyelashes to the beat of her cartoon heart. I'm not like that, honey. I would have a light sundress with thin straps, a daring, bright wreath instead of a veil, hair in the wind, and not a neat hairstyle from a fashionable salon, and barefoot along the sand along the sea, hand in hand, leaving behind the traces of our bare feet, and not the heels of expensive shoes ... I would have freedom and happiness next to the same free person. Mine to your fingertips. My problem is that I do not tolerate half measures. You or all mine, and do not let me doubt it, or ... I'm not yours.
P.S don't bend me more than I deserve. Love me more than I am worth, and I will beat you more than you deserve ;;;