I remember when I first saw you. I was just coming out of the anesthesia and you were leaning over my bedside adjusting my blankets. I even remember the first words you spoke to me:
“Glad to see you’re awake. I’ll go get your mother, she’s just outside in the hall.”
and then you smiled that smile.
I kept needing to come back to the hospital for broken bones and bleeding extremities, when in fact I had just become so madly in love with you, that I was willing to put myself in excruciating physical pain just to see you.
I caused those injuries to happen, to put it simply.
Needless to say, I’m glad my mother has very good and flexible insurance, because those bills sure did add up.
Some might think I’m crazy.
I call it love.