The Commander of the Garrison was my friend, my dearest friend, for the longest time. We fought and we yelled (or mainly I yelled and he listened), but every day, he was there asking me how I was that day. Such a simple thing when you think about it, but it meant so very much to me - that simple courtesy that said he cared.  

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We fell in love picking blueberries and though it was so difficult to love a man who insisted his only love was the Order, when I finally told him, I was rewarded with finding out he felt the same. I was resigned to being alone and he changed that. He is my partner, my lover, my best friend. He is the one I sleep with at night and wake with in the morning. I feel so truly blessed having his sturdy, stalwart loyalty on my side and to know that no matter what happens, he will be there for me as I will be for him. 

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I love you, Dhubs. 

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