The thing about life is, you’re never going to make everyone happy at once. So, you have to decide who’s most important at the time, and run with it.
Every morning he brings me tea, my meds, and breakfast in bed. Whenever I go home, he walks me, let’s me sing at the top of my lungs, and puts his arm around me. He (sometimes) listens when I speak about my hearts bruises. We laugh until my sides hurt. I (sometimes) forget that I’m a very lucky girl.