Honestly, he’s something of a unicorn. I can admit that I know why he was single when I met him. It wasn’t pretty. I can say that it was an unusual trial for such a [then] young relationship. Still, I always knew in my heart that he was worth it. He would say that he wished that I never saw him in such a state but now he says that he couldn’t have gotten through it without me. I never could have done what he did. I admire him.
I want to cheer him on for the rest of my life. I want to hold his hand in bed every night. I want to hear his laugh every day. I never want to lose that mischievous wink and grin. I need those strong arms to hold me so that I can exhale. He has made his feelings about me clear, there’s nothing to wonder or worry about. I’d go to hell and back for him. I waited my whole life for him and he’s worth it.
