You were my shining star. The flickering flame on the sands of a black desert. Standing by me and inspiring me to achieve all things possible. Ever since we've been together, you never doubted for a moment that I was the one for you. Never questioned my love and respect. Your loyalty unmatched among women. Your faith unwavering in any and all situations. That love in your heart being the only constant in the world filled with variables.
You'd call me sometimes, and I'd call you as well. There was always a subject for us to speak on. You told dry jokes, and few of them were funny, but the fact that you were amused by it brought a smile to my face. Your laugh was all I needed to make an otherwise dreadful day seem worthwhile. How you traded logic for emotion was astounding. Giving yourself to the randomness of love and praying that ours stays afloat despite what anyone thought or said.
Remember when I held you close and kissed your forehead? Telling you that I'd never harm you in any way? That promise was broken the first time that I gave you reason to worry about my safety. When I kept you up waiting for me to return home. When I was injured or ill and never told you until it was too out of hand or was already better. When I did reckless things and made you wonder if I would make it back to you alive. I hurt your heart and emotions, and for that I am apologizing.
I apologize for not showering you with affection. I apologize for making you second guess my well being. I apologize for not randomly telling you how much I love you. It's time for me to step up and become the man you can lean on whenever you need someone to support you. To take on the duty that God has commanded that I take. I know that I'll never be able to express my feelings to you in their full form, or how I will strive to become the perfect husband, but please just give me the rest of my life to try and accomplish this task.