Do you remember the evening when you called me a miracle? I clearly do. I was surprised you put it that way. When asked why, you said because I loved you, because I loved you for who you are, because there was not an inch of you that I hadn’t accepted totally, that I had managed to do something no one in the world had managed to do until now. And I smiled. And I said, I don’t get it. How could someone not love you? How could someone not adore you? You are loveable, adorable and lickable. You laughed. We went back home hand in hand. You were happy that a miracle happened to you and I was just happy that you wanted this miracle to stay in your life…