Someone Has To Spread The Good News

I Felt Like I Was Staring Out Across An Ocean That I Was Going To Have To Swim From Shore To Shore Before I Could Rest Again.

And Then... As You Were Sleeping, You Said My Name. You Spoke So Clearly, At First I Thought You'd Woken. But You Rolled Over Restlessly And Mumbled My Name Once More, And Sighed. The Feeling That Coursed Through Me Then Was Unnerving, Staggering. And I Knew I Couldn't Ignore You Any Longer.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

It’s Awful. No Privacy, No Secrets. Everything You’re Ashamed Of, Laid Out For Everyone To See.

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.