A lump forms in the back of my throat when I think of him. It is soft yet firm and when I swallow it does not go away. I have been familiar with this lump my entire life only now I am learning its new meaning. This lump no longer appears out of sadness. It forms during the times when I am alone with my thoughts and they turn to him.

He is strong, empathetic and profoundly caring. He has known struggle, wrestled with it, and ultimately won. Some say he is a broken man others say he is comfortable with his brokenness. I say he heroic...Sorry...There is the lump again.

I have never known there to be a love like ours. I have never seen two people whose lives are so closely intertwined. Not like he and I. He has been back in my life for only a year and it's hard to recall the eighteen years when he was not. He is my last thought before I fall asleep and my first thought upon waking. He tells the best stories and gives the best advice. He is the first person I call in times of joy, sadness and boredom. He is the best listener and has the most comfortable shoulder to cry on. He always has time and love to give. He is pure and his love is infinite. He is soft yet firm like the lump that forms in the back of my throat when I think of him.