March and April were a true testament to your love for me.

I was in pain, physically, emotionally, and had no one else to turn to.
But you showed up.
Fully, gently, patiently.

You took care of me after every intensive surgery,
never once making me feel like a burden.
You helped me feel human again,
encouraging me to go outside,
dressing me up, taking me to get my nails done for the first time, reminding me I was still beautiful, still me.

In those quiet moments,
as you helped me heal,
I realized something simple but life-changing:
You were the person I trusted most in the world.
And for the first time,
I could picture forever, because you were in it.