8 things you should promise me

Number 1.
Promise me that when our son asks you my faults you'll be honest and say loving you. That godesses shouldn't love men. You'll tell him I am a woman of fire, whose only chill is you. You'll tell him that I burn bright and you cool me down. and you're not sure if that's good or bad.

Number 2
Promise me that when our daughter asks you'll give.

Number 3
If ever my demons threaten to consume me. If ever I lock myself in a room crying. Do not leave me alone. Do not allow me to only listen to only my breathes. Whisper you love me.

Number 4
If ever I wake up and say I want a nose job. Don't tell me I'm beautiful the way I am. I know.

Number 5
But don't forget to tell me I'm beautiful.

Number 6
Promise me that I won't be the last to know when you stop liking your coffee black with two sugars.

Number 7
Promise you'll remember my birthday. Promise you'll love me then.

Number 8
On the days you don't feel you love me, Tell me you appreciate me.

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