My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

a wheelchair.

He cooked when standing hurt too much.

He learned the difference between helping me and taking over.

When I snapped, “I can do it myself,” he usually stepped back and said, “Then do it yourself.”

When I failed, he never looked pleased to be needed.

He simply asked, “Do you want help now?”

Some days, I hated him for being patient.

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