My man is my angel, obim, nwoke m ji eme onu. He treats me like I’m his whole world. He loves me so deeply, cares about me in ways that touch my soul, even down to worrying about whether I’ve eaten. He gets upset when I hide my problems because all he wants is to carry my burdens and keep me happy. I love him with everything in me. I want to marry him, build a life with him, and have his kids. He’s not just my man, he’s my forever, my answered prayer, my safe place, my everything. He calls me wifey, and honestly, that’s exactly who I want to be. I’m his Mi Amu. He follows this page too. I love you, my baby.
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