The man who held me when I crumpled on the floor upon hearing from the police officer that my Dad died.
The man who didn't give up on me, even when I drove away from him.
To that man, thank you. Thank you for believing in me; for putting up with my mess of art supplies that always take over the kitchen; for not caring if our floors are dirty and haven't been washed in months.
Thank you for loving me.
We danced to this song as our last-dance before to bid our guests goodnight and slipped away on our wedding night. I love this song, and will for the rest of my life when I think of that moment.