I love him. He has literally kept me alive the past 3 months. And I am using the word literally, well, quite literally. He has kept me from melting away, from never leaving the bed, from crying constantly. He has tried to mend the pieces of my heart, setting aside his own pain to help me with mine. While we are unlucky together, I am lucky in myself. So lucky to have him.
I am listening to this and crying:
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
The whole thing has not turned around yet. It's hard to imagine that it ever really will. But if it does get better, it will be because of him.