I feel so imperfect compared to you. I am so much lucky to have you, and more than happy to have such a sincere and pious partner by my side and be more than willing to surrender to you knowing that whatever decision you are going to make you will do for the sake of me and you. I have the impression that you are so wonderful. As I close my eyes to rest, I imagining how wonderful it will be sleeping together, seeing and feeling each other, looking in each others eyes. I imagined tracing so softly the beloved lineaments of your face with my finger as being amazed that you will indeed be there beside me, to make that wonder real to me.