Sometimes, I remember how it tore me apart.

Today, when I see you, I remember.

Today, when I see you, I'm almost paralyzed

from the voluminous amount of emotion

that swells my heart.

* * *

I don't deserve you, I don't!

Someone to sacrifice themselves,

the way you did last week,

and now you are asleep from exhaustion,

from being tortured non-stop,

and I want you back, I do,

but then a small part of me says,

"You are too good for someone like me."

I caress your hair, wish you would wake up,

but you're deep in a coma,

the poison still in your veins,

and you lash out in your sleep still tormented.

I can do nothing for you,

when you did everything for me.

* * *

Sometimes I remember those days when you were gone.

You went behind my back,

to do what?

Save my butler who went to save me?

You went because what?

Because you knew he was weaker than you,

to endure the torture?

But I missed you every day.

But I wished for you every night.

You come up behind me now,

ask me,

"What are you doing?"

My voice catches in my throat.

"Remembering that time."

You know what I mean.

Wordlessly, you put your arm around me,

"You know, I love you, right?"

I nod, you are too good,

too good.

Emotions swell my heart,

paralyzing my thoughts,

and all I can do is pull you down in a kiss.

* * *

Not one moment goes by when I worry of you.

Not one moment passes that I wish you would wake up.

You are a prisoner still,

now in a nightmare,

trapped and scared, and—

I can do nothing,

but wait,

and wait,

and wait.

I don't deserve such a good person.

I don't deserve you.

But I still want you to be mine.

* * *

Sometimes I remember those torturous days you were gone.

They were empty, filled with worry,

I didn't deserve to enjoy myself

while you suffered.

You hear now, my thoughts,

my memories,

and all you do is hug me,

and whisper,

"I really care about you,

that's why.

No one else has ever

made me feel..."

I glance up,

you're blushing.

Right, now I remember,

love is not just one way.

Love is not just from me to you.

You love me, too.

Feelings so pure,

they make even you blush.

Sometimes I remember the relief

when you woke up and called my name.

And, it was the first time,

I saw you cry in relief

and joy.

"Do I deserve you?"

Startled, I look up,

you voiced my thoughts

but they are yours.

I smile.

"I was thinking the same thing."

You lift my chin and...