These past few years have been a ride and a half for me, and no one, even up close beside me, has been as supportive as he has.
Most people can’t understand how someone can support another from so far away, but it’s simple, really. When you can feel what they mean through what they type. And most people can’t understand that statement either.
Throughout the time I nearly lost my life to a surgeon three years ago, he was there.
Through the recovery, he was there.
Through the being fucked over by 2 guys, LDR, he was there.
Through the time 1 of those 2 guys decided to go and find someone in reality and dump me because she took a shine to him, he was there.
And when that 1 guy came crawling back and I took him back again, he was there.
This year, since February, through the monthly operations and when I had a drain in my stomach and a whole pile of pipework under my shirt, he was there.
This year, when that drain made me hit rock bottom and absolutely hate myself, he was there.
He never gave up on me, not once.
If he could see this now, perhaps he’d know that I remember those times on a daily basis. And he wonders sometimes why I tell him I’m lucky and proud to be with him every single day. It’s because I’m grateful. It’s because I’ve never been treated so well by anyone in my life. And, most of all, it’s because he’s with me.
This amazing, supportive, caring, humorous, ‘gets me’, dedicated, laid back and chilled out and, all around, strong and adoring individual… He’s mine.
I could never ask for anything more.
I love you, Vince. And, by God, I never want to lose you.
My rock, my life force, my strength and my passion.