It hap­pened today.

Imme­di­ately, she set on her way here. With­out ques­tion, with­out reser­va­tion. She came to me, car­ing not about her­sel­fonly for me. Cur­ing me of all the fears and the pain and the boredom.

Cur­ing me of every­day life.

Every time that I am forced to leave her, I die. And when I see her, I am born again­cleansed of all the indig­nity and cru­elty of the world for one moment­that seems to last forever.

And hope­fully will.

I sit and I won­der how I got so lucky. And at the end of the day, I just don't know. What I do know is *how* lucky I really am and how much she is worth any­thing *and* every­thing in the world.

And I feel saved.

It hap­pens every­dayand I couldn't be happier.