Beautiful boy

My beautiful broken boy has been in my life ever since he collapsed on me in the park when we were 17. He didn't warn me of his epilepsy, I found out the hard way. I called 911 and we both went to the hospital. When he woke up he asked me my name, who I was to him and told me not to let him go. He pulled me forward and kissed me. I didn't know how significant that was until later that night he explained to me how he usually shuts himself off after having a seizure. He doesn't remember anyone and he hides. He gets scared. He said that if he kissed me or even talked to me then I was special. But i'm nothing special. He is, though. He always has been.