Last week, Henrik wrote to me personally on his Twitter account that he had made it out of a five-hour aortic valve replacement surgery safely, and although his heart had literally been laid out in front of doctors, he and his love for me were still intact. He didn’t write those exact words in his tweet but I know how to read between the lines.

On Friday morning, he wrote to me once again to let me know he was leaving the hospital and looking fine as hell while doing it in an all-white coordinated tracksuit. I am thrilled by this news and happy to see him returned to his wife and children, or as I like to refer to her, his primary partner.

Because of covid and certain laws that prevent what some may call a crazed fan from approaching celebrities, I’ve not been able to go to Cleveland where Henrik is currently recuperating to visit him. This is has been hard on us as we consider starting over in our relationship. But he did let me know he will be rehabbing in New York once his doctors give him the green light, and who knows where our love story will go when there’s nothing but a single state border and several levels of security keeping us apart.