I need you to know that I’m going to love you with all of me.

I wish I knew all the right things to say and when to say something and when not to. I can’t give you answers for things I can’t explain, nor can I promise you’ll always like what I have to say.

I can’t promise you that we won’t argue or anger each other to the point where being in each other’s presence infuriates us. I can’t promise you that I won’t raise my voice or that sometimes I won’t deserve you raising yours.

There’s no guarantee that I won’t be needy or selfish or whiny. I might nag you constantly. I can’t promise that I’ll always be appropriate, or ladylike either. But I’ll try my best.

I can’t tell you that this will be easy. More than likely, it won’t be. I’m difficult and I know it. I can’t promise to give you the world because it’s impossible.I can’t make all your dreams come true. I can’t answer your prayers as much as I wish I could.