Last night i couldn’t sleep because I was crying my eyes out (And i was coughing my brains out because i am sick). I kept thinking about how lucky I am that my boyfriend Kyle (who I love so freaking much) almost died last December i think it was when he was walking by the Canal at 3 AM in the morning to get his mind off his ex (we were not dating at this time but we were best friends) he slipped and fell in a cold puddle of water and hit his head. He was knocked unconscious and was laying there to die because his body was in water and he was getting colder and colder by the minute. I am so blessed that for whatever fuckingreason there was a fucking KAYAKER kayaking in the canal at 3 in the morning (?!?!?!) and saw him laying there and took him to the hospital. They said if that guy hadn’t seen him he would have died for sure.
I don’t usually believe in God that much but last night I couldn’t stop crying because i had realized how crazy lucky that was and that it must have been an act of something amazing existing in this life who is watching over him and me. God knew he was the one for me before I did. God needed him to be alive so i could finally be happy (And him). I didn’t know he was going to end up being the love of my life. Without him i would be lost and have no reason to live. I am so blessed he is alive.
I want to find that kayaker and thank him and invite him to our wedding because shit…… I’m so blessed he was there….