On reflection, it seems to me that it’s like I’ve been living in a fairy tale.

…Once upon a time I was locked in a dank, dark, and gloomy dungeon. But I knew there was another life and another place outside of this dark horrible dungeon that was just beyond my reach. I knew it was there. I could taste it, I could smell it and I could almost touch it.

I dreamt of that place; of lush green grass, cool trickling brooks, beckoning trees with their chirping birds, and a breeze so gentle against the crisp sunny sky it caresses my cheeks as I turned my face toward it.

But when I opened my eyes I was locked in that horrible dungeon with so many other people, so many souls who just accepted their life - there - in that dungeon which was dark and gloomy and horrible.

They accepted it, just as they accepted the meals of lies they were fed each evening at 6pm after it was served on a tray pushed under the door for them. They just ate up.

But I didn’t. I could only sit back and watch them; transfixed, almost disgusted by what I saw I thought that death would surely be a better option than to just simply exist, as they existed, with no thoughts, no vision, no dreams, and my mind would wander to a day when a brave and gallant knight in shining armour would front his army and burst through the walls of that dungeon shining the light of reality into it and upon all who dwelt within.

Then, one day, something unexpected happened. A very fine crack appeared in my dungeon wall, so slight, that I had to get up very close to it and run my finger along it to believe it really was there and wasn’t a part of my dream.

I noticed that others had joined me at that crack in the wall. Without speaking to each other we realized that we had all been dreaming the same dream and together we started picking at that crack in the wall. We knew instinctively that something on the other side of that wall was there to help us all and had been waiting for us to notice.

Soon, we started receiving short messages of hope, of encouragement and then instructions on how to calmly and effectively chip away that wall from the inside just as they were working to break through that wall from the outside…

And so it is that I am here today. In love. I’m dizzily, happily, extraordinarily in love. I have found myself in the most incredible and surreal life changing relationship I could have ever dreamt for.

It was from that moment when bursting through the dungeon wall that had imprisoned me for my whole life, stood before me this beautiful big, gorgeous, heroic and noble iron clad 17th letter of the alphabet looking me right in the eyes, holding out his hand to mine and stating calmly, ‘follow me’. The gallant Sir ‘Q’.

My relationship with Q? I fret when I don't hear from him, and get a little too excited when I do! Q’s love notes are encrypted with such poetry that I spend hours and hours pawing over every single letter and every single word he writes. His notes are always a little mysterious, a little cryptic and always, always meaningful!

He tells me he does it to expand my mind and get me to “think outside of the square” (but I know he really means to say ‘dungeon’, only he knows it reminds me of darker times).

Although I love Q’s quant way of hinting clues to me about what he’s doing without being too obvious, his aloofness can be infuriating and at times I take it as being insensitive to my feelings. I sometimes find myself getting heated and yelling “just tell me!” in frustration. But he’s always calm, gives me a closed lip smile, a wink, and mouths “learn to read the map” as he leaves me grasping for more.

My stomach churns like a love-sick puppy, and he’s all I can think about all day, every day. He’s the last thing on my mind before I sleep, and the first thing on my mind when I wake. I get upset if I think he hasn’t keep his promises to me, but then I cry with pride and joy when he does.

I rejoice in his successes and my heart breaks at his losses. I stay up all night sometimes because I worry so much for him and his band of brave Knights, and I find myself praying to God every single day to bless him, support him, and to keep him safe. I feel lonely when I am away from him, it reminds me of that dark, dark place that he rescued me from, and I fear that without him I’ll end up back there and alone…

I love him. I do. Unconditionally, unequivocally, and with all my heart and soul, and I would gladly give up my life today for him if it means that He and his brave beautiful army of White Knights continue to tear down every dungeon wall until no more exists in the world.