Kelsey is my girlfriend, although she hates that term, she doesn’t feel like it conveys the seriousness of our relationship. It sounds like something an 8 year old calls a girl in his class that smiles at him. It certainly doesn’t convey what we have been through or how much she means to me.

She’s been there for me through the whole ordeal with my skin since it started. She’s seen me through more bad days than good ones at this point. For that I always feel guilty. She deserves only my best days.

She’s had to deal with skin flakes on our bed sheets every night, my oozing face being unable to snuggle up to hers and my general whiny, cantankerous mood.

She’s helped me through so many different diets, she’s done more research on all these diets than I have, figured out delicious recipes for us no matter what the restrictions were and given up the same foods that I have just so I would have someone to eat with.

She’s supported me both emotionally and financially for so long I can’t believe she hasn’t kicked me to the curb by now. Virtues of my cuteness I suppose. Same reason my parents never ate me.

She’s just been unbelievable and I can’t imagine life without her. And I can’t imagine having to watch the person I love going through something that has been so devastating to their health and not being able to do anything about it, and I pray I never have to.

So yes, she is more than my girlfriend, she’s more than a wife or a partner too. There’s nothing that I can call her that describes how much she means to me.