She would be a double metal dog. Loyal and steadfast, but wagging and clanking her tail ready to play when she is happy. She splits from the pack when she's not.
If Satu were a food, she would be sushi. Fresh, simple and complicated at the same time.
If she were a house, she would be a tiny, elegant log cabin on the outside with a million rooms stretching out impossibly on the inside.
If she was a drink, she would be something you have never heard of before with a warm, comforting body and a smooth finish. She would have little flecks of ice that could surprise you, cool your thirst and somehow belong in the warmest drink you've ever had.
If my wife was a number, she would be infinity.
If she was an element, of course she would be fire.
If my wife was a tool, she would be the one you are looking for no matter what you need to do. She is good at everything and can make any task easier.
If she was a day, she would be in spring. May perhaps, when everything is new and the world is full of young life.
If she was a car, she wouldn't be content until she was a spaceship.
If she was a gun, she would be the finest machine, straight and true every time.
Satu is the only one of her kind. She is not anything except who she is. It doesn't change, she's the most solid person I have ever met. She doesn't compromise and she has the heart of a lion. She has my heart too. With her, I know it is safe.
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