for most of my life i have never felt like i could fall back onto anybody if something goes wrong. till she appeared. even so i thought it would be temporary, as i kept telling her, how is it possible for love not to decay and be diluted? all of us have experienced the disintegration of a romantic relationship: from the initial longing and excitement, to roommates at best. but 103 months later she is still here, holding on to me in times of darkness and pain, uplifting me in times of joy and celebration. she shows up for me during times when it matters the most, and she illuminates my life in the most mundane of moments. wherever i want to go, she willingly gifts me her company. whenever i wish to stop, she stays still with me. i’ve written a hundred of these blurbs, made only possible because someone like her, loves me.