Maybe I should take a French class. Or possibly German. Another language. But I can't neglect Spanish, and I have to keep what I have.... Two, perhaps, or only one while I figure out what to do with Spanish.
Meeting him and being with him makes me not mind all the bad times in my life. No task is too difficult, no challenge insurmountable because I have him.
I don't have to worry I don't have to hurt I don't have to be alone because he understands.