I don't know how I take Kim for granted like I do. She's been the best person I know.
She has loved me since I was that chubby boy in the plaid shirts and awkward work boots; when I lacked style, nerve, and direction. I was this little broken sparrow, and she just took me as I was. She didn't try to change me. She didn't make me cooler. I was accepted for what I was.
And she's just rolled with the changes. She just let me be. She took care of me when I went mad. She forgave me when I was short tempered, in love with a woman who was tearing me apart. She's been there 24/7.
I can't repay her.