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The first time I formally met him, he didn’t come to me; he was delivered to me, unconscious, a bullet in his chest. After I operated, and he recovered, I always thought it was a blessing that he was able to walk away from his injuries... But of course, at the time, I didn’t know just how magnificent that blessing was, or would be. Years later, we would remeet. And… We would fall in love. And now, he means the world, the universe to me. He makes me feel brave, listened to, cared about, cared for, cherished, loved. At this point, I can’t imagine life without him...!
I'll admit I never expected to meet him again after the war, but things have an interesting way of working out. You can nearly die in the blink of an eye, or -- just as quickly -- you can go from an aimless, worthless excuse of a life, to something that actually has meaning once again. In my case, I can only thank him for doing both: saving my life, and giving it purpose. I love him, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.