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Can it really be sixty-two years ago Replica Watches that I first saw you?It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, itseems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small café inHanover Square.From the moment I saw you smile, as you opened the door for that youngmother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to share therest of my life with you.

I still think of how foolish I must have looked, as I gazed at you,that first time. I remember watching you intently, as you took off yourhat tiffany jewelryand loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. I feltmyself becoming immersed in your every detail, as you placed your haton the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gentlyblowing the steam away with your pouted lips.

From that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. Thepeople in the café and the busy street outside all disappeared into ahazy blur. All I could see was you.All through my life I have relived that very first day. Many, manytimes I have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for afew fleeting moments I am there, feeling again what is like buy cheap wow goldto know true love for the very first time. It pleases me that I can still havethose feelingsnow after all those years, and I know I will always havethem to comfort me.

Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did Iforget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, asthe hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would clutchmy rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day wemet. I would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me.But, as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, every thing around me would be become silent, and I would be with you again for afew precious moments, far from thecheap wow accounts death and destruction. It would notbe until I opened my eyes once again, that I would see and hear thecarn age of the war around me.

I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling battered, bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst.

I asked you to marry me the very same day and I whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride.

I'm looking at our weddingphoto now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewel lery box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a Cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my un iform. The photo is old and faded  wow goldnow, but when I look at it, I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough, I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see. pql

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