I lay here watching him sleep. It's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. I have a cold you see and I keep waking up coughing. I try not to shake the bed too much while I cough. I push myself up to a semi-sitting position on my pillows wishing I had two more.

I look over at him and sigh. Oh how I love this man. He says I saved him from certain despair, yet I feel it's the other way around. I think that he saved me from a life of utter loneliness. Before I met him I felt like a fish outta water. I was new to the area and even though I had been with the department for three years I hardly knew any of my shift mates and didn't socialize outside of work either.

Then I went to find out about the paramedic program and I met him. He had that strawberry blond hair and a smile that made my stomach flutter.

I became a paramedic and I get to work with him. He was married at the time and had two kids. He invited me into his home and into his life. I became a part of the family. Hell, he became my whole life. I looked forward to coming to work and when I got off shift I hoped he would ask me over to his house to spend some time together.

Then came the split. Roy and Joanne were calling it quits after 12 years of marriage. Joanne said that it was because Roy just wasn't listening to her anymore or spending enough time with the children. Roy was crushed.

I found him sitting at the bar down at the Last Call, he had been putting the whiskey away like it was water. I took him home to my little house and tried to sober him up.

We talked for hours, then he cried. I held him in my arms wishing he knew what he was doing to me. I was hard as a rock and I didn't want to scare the man.

After a what felt like hours but was actually only fifteen minutes or so, he pushed back to look at me but not out of my arms. His face was so beautiful and his lips were so kissable. He leaned in and captured my lips with his. He was so gentle. So caring. I was blown away. My dreams answered in just a couple of seconds. We broke apart only for the need to breathe.

We started spending all our free time together outside of work. Joanne seemed grateful to me for helping him out. She sent the kids over every time we had two days off together. This alone showed Roy that the breakup wasn't all his fault.

Now three months later I am standing by the window in our bedroom staring at my lover and thanking the Gods that I have him in my life and I don't have to go on alone.

He rolled over reaching out for me so I climb back into bed and let him wrap himself around me. And slowly drift off to sleep.