The love of my life and I sparred the day he died. He appeared healthy and strong and good looking. As we sparred, I noticed he looked a little tired and sluggish. At first, I didn't want to spar; but he insisted and so I gave in and we sparred. He's the love of my life because he saved me from a world of addiction and despair. After we sparred, he collapsed. I applied CPR and he had a weak pulse. I then called 911 and paramedics came. I remember those times when he and I used to spar together and the dates we used to go to together. He was the best kisser out of all my ex lovers and I'm just thankful that we had those good times. I always enjoyed sparring with him because he pushed me to be better each and everyday. I went to the hospital where I was...