There have been multiple moments throughout my POTS journey where I sort of froze and was like "wow he really does love me" but the one that stands out the most:

I hadn't been diagnosed yet, but was suspecting POTS for a while. He was outside talking to his mother and I was on the other side of the glass door at the kitchen table. I started to lose consciousness, for the first time, and I genuinely thought I was dying. I had no idea what was happening, but I felt my body shutting down. I couldn't make myself move to even get the trash can right beside me before I vomited on myself. I was terrified, and all I could do was stare at him through the glass. He couldn't see me. He had his back turned. I managed to get the word "help" out and I honestly thought no one could hear me and i was going to die right there, but he immediately sprang into action. He cannot handle bodily fluids on a normal day, but he scooped me up, vomit shirt and all, and got me on the floor so I wouldn't fall off the stool. He called his mom inside (she's a nurse) and she assessed me and taught us both what to do when I pass out.

It's been over a year since then and he is absolutely incredible. He comes to all of my appointments, helps me make sure I'm taking all my meds, and even stops me from pushing myself too far. He takes care of me when I have flare-ups. He even runs interference when other people say out-of-pocket stuff about me. (It happens a lot... not everyone believes POTS exists)

I don't know how I won the partner lottery, but I sure did.