My first love.
This month marks a special milestone for me, for us.
It will be officially 20 years that you and I have been together.
Through it all.
I have changed and grown.
You have changed as well.
You took that journey with me, as my tastes matured.
Yes, you have made me bleed in the past.
But I forgave you for that.
We worked through it and you became softer.
There were times you became worn out.
I still loved you no matter how rough you looked.
And then, miraculously, you grew a new pair.
When other guys turned me down, ignored me or rejected me,
You were always there, comforting me;
You never judged.
No matter what I wore, you looked great with me.
We were a match like none other;
My coordinated life partner.
My mother never approved of you.
Even when you were clean and shiny.
She just didn't understand what we had.
On my wedding day, she held her tongue.
She realized how strong my love was for you.
And we looked fabulous together!
Now, 20 years later, you still turn me on.
Your style still excites me,
And I still want to feel you every day.
So here's to you, my first love,
You fucking rock my world!