You were diabetic. Countless shots, and countless pricks. We battled and we struggled for years, and years. Longer than what most diabetics survive in this instance. My life revolved around those 2 times of the day. It was tough and demanding, but I would do it again, just for you. The only way it worked was because of your easy-going, friendly, and trusting nature.
I knew you loved me too, by the look in your eyes. You trusted me with your life, and I gave it back to you.
I only wish I fought harder, and held on just a little longer.