Love can be found in many places. It comes from many sources. From family, friends, significant others…hobbies and talents can encourage love, and with love, comes appreciation for those things that are precious to us.
When I saw him…at first…I didn’t know what he would eventually mean to me.
Loving him…it saved me.
Loving him was the end of me.
In spite of the drugs. In spite of how stubborn I was. In spite of the fact that I was undeniably, fallibly human…he was there for me. He loved me in life.
And continues to love me in death.