He had a habit of taking things for granted, praying to a god he didn’t believe in, winking at you for no reason and hiding in his pockets when visiting people he didn’t know. It made for a most interesting and enigmatic guy. His name was Sam, or Sammy, or very occasionally Samuel (maybe that was his link to God). Anyway, Sam and I were lovers. And for as long as I can remember really. Yes we lived together and yes there was sex but we weren’t your typical ‘in love’ kind of lovers, or the ‘I can’t live without you’ lovers, but the kind that had always just deeply and affectionately loved each other. As simple as that. It was the kind of love that avoided the ‘Hi, this is my partner Sam’, or ’Isn’t he gorgeous, I’m so in love’ or ‘My boyfriend Sam and I are heading off for the weekend, wanna come? Rather it was ’This is Sam’. And that was it…Sam, and I, and our simple, honest and ridiculously everlasting love.