She saved me.
Took me back to where I wanted to be.
Erased whatever happened to drive me insane.
And then she left.
That was the first.
The first of a lot of things, but not everything.
And then there were a lot of others in a short time.
People I don't want to remember.
People that I hardly do remember.
People I wish had never happened.
But people I can't take back.
Not now. Not ever.
And then came this one.
The new one.
Her.
She took me in after everything I did.
She gave me a chance after seeing how many came before.
After seeing my lack of remembrance of half of them.
After seeing my broken shell.
She gave me my life back.
My soul.
The soul I lost when the first left.
The little part of me that was left.
She brought it out of me.
She helped it grow.
She brought me back to life.
Something I hadn't thought would happen.
Something I hadn't thought could be done.
She brought me back.
She saved me.
From myself.
