This "special person" has got me through all of the tough times in my adulthood. Although he caused a couple of tough times too I think we've made it through happily to the other side. When I had a horrific time in Plymouth he drove down pretty much every weekend for 3 months. When I had appendicitis he wrote a presentation contributing to his final degree grade in the A&E. When I fought with my mum, he'd pick me up from the bus stop down the road. He's a pretty good man. He looks after me and makes sure I'm ok which I need because I can be slightly useless. I love his face. The end.
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