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Marriage by heart

I accept the marriage of us, in times of sickness and health; in difficult, happy and sad times,      to be together forever.

I fully acknowledge that : 

  1. It will be one person for one life.
  2. We are one soul, yet forever two different people.
  3. A happy husband means a happy wife.
  4. A happy wife means a happy life.
  5. I am fully prepared to grow together only with you throughout the course of my life.


Self-statement :

  1. I Know myself well along with my limits.
  2. I’ll do whatever works for me to make every life aspects easier.
  3. I’ll tolerate what is tolerable.
  4. I’ll never tolerate what is beyond.
  5. I’ll treat you well and you will too.
  6. I do all things that I did because I want to.
  7. I do everything because I love you.


Promises :

  1. Learn to sweat only big things that will make massive changes in 5 years.
  2. Learn to let things be.
  3. Learn to be more flexible.
  4. Learn to chill out.
  5. Always find a nicer way to say & do things.
  6. I’ll do my hardest to fall into proper discussion mode at anytime. 


I hereby state my marriage vows and will willingly make conscious efforts to fulfill it. God bless!


Ananda Khaira Azizah, 

Pekanbaru, 29 Mei 2022.

4am.


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