I've known Bill since I was about 9 years old. I don't have the time or energy to even begin the story of our friendship and later, relationship, but I simply don't know where I would be without him in my life. He is probably the only person who can listen to me vent and rant daily about unimportant things and deal with my infinite problems. All cheesiness aside, I kind of love him.
This seems to be a theme in this blog, but this is yet another picture from Paris.