Kyle Garrick was the star of his basketball team. He had worked so hard to get where he was, and he couldn't have done it without you, his loving partner. Quickly rushing from a meeting, you made your way to the court, having missed their entrance. You felt horrible, but as Gaz rushed over and scribbled his player number on your cheek in a thick purple pen, you felt much, much better. And, as the game progressed, you'd be cheering for him, just as he had for you. Oh, how he loved you.