8 years. you cant begin to imagine. you dont know. the bond, the commitment, the boredom, the ugly crying, the drifting apart and coming back, the yearning, the laughter, the love. the fucking love. the years i gave him & the years he gave me. always difficult, always beautiful.
whenever i feel bad about my weight gain i just think of all the things i went through just to put on some weight and how i went from [left pic] to [right pic] and i feel better all over again π