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Ice Chips and Airbags
A soulmate is your shelter.
One you can you can confide in through the curveballs this world throws at us.
While you are lying in your hospital bed, unable to speak, I will find another way to say, “I love you.”
I will feed you ice chips and get you out of your bed. I will do everything in my willpower to keep you happy, even if it drains me to the point of cracking.
You were the one who saved me from my dark despair. You drew me out from under the raincloud above into the sunlight once again. I had been so pale. You showed an act of kindness as I was left alone, getting words of hate thrown at me in the lunchroom. The attacks were not always words, too. Sometimes it was fists and I still feel the terror sometimes. Everyone was staring as I looked like the little freak getting beat up like a young child for their loose change. You were the one who saved me from the animals at the school. You gave me hope to move on and soon live a life without being looked at as prey. I have always noticed you were different, but I did not think that you would steal my heart.
But when I woke up in from that moment of shock and saw you kissing that airbag, I knew you were the one I needed to protect. You saved me before, now it was my turn. I tried so hard to pull myself from the wreckage of our vehicle and after many long minutes of determination, I was finally set free. With every step I took, there was pain flashing through me, but I needed to get you out. With all my will I pulled, trying to release you from your hold in the car. The paramedics pulled me with all their will away from you once you were released since I can not imagine leaving your side. I remember sitting on the sidewalk on the side of the highway thinking, “Why couldn’t that be me?”
And now we are here. You’re still in your hospital bed and I’m still by your side. You may not be able to even say my name again and that doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is that you are still breathing. Hearing the heart rate monitor is my hope now. My random acts of kindness are how I’m going to say, “I love you,” from now on. Home is where my heart is and my heart belongs to you.

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