She has seen me at my worst, with blood running down my arms, tears streaming down my face. She was with me when i broke down the first time, and when i had my relapse. She doesn't like letting me go anywhere by myself, she always whispers will you be okay?'. She has such a gentle touch. A sweet voice. Every time we pass each other we smile. I feel so special. A thousand things said between us without a word being spoken. A simple gesture shows so much...
