It’s very hard to sleep, my mind is racing so. This is what love is. She was always there, honest, frightened, if you know her. But vigilant, helpful, loving, strong. Whenever I was worried, she was comforting and confident, when I was down, she was up. Whenever I was stubborn, she was tougher. We never stopped laughing (almost never) She was my wall, my pillow and my blanket. My comfort. Whatever I needed, she would have brought. I could never fool her, she sees right through me. I gave up trying. When I started to crash or get down on myself, I would look at her and think: if someone as beautiful and wonderful as this can love me so much, I must be okay, there must be good in me. We are in this together, I saw, we are always there for one another. That was the most important thing. This, I think, must be what love is.