I want to make it clear.
This doesn't happen to me.
This is so out of place.
The fact that I haven't collapsed yet surprises me.
Why me?
Can I make the difference that I want to make?
Can she?
To wake, and know that you have something to get up for. Something finally worth my time.
Why did it take so long?
Or did it happen before? Did I let it go?
I don't think so.
This hit like a ton of bricks.
It drove me to do something that I never wanted to do again.
Was it worth it? Worth the aggrivation?
Yes.
More than I can imagine.
Could I go without it?
Not now, not after I have felt it.
Will the feeling fade?
I hope not.
It is my being.

Bleeding, for you.