"You're always saving me."
I've said that to you probably a million times.
Maybe it was a sad, horrible day and you saved
me by doing that one dance. You know, the one
that makes me fight giggles until I can no longer
fight. Or maybe you literally saved me, like
stopped me from being catastrophically clumsy.
The struggle is real. You are always stopping me
your-eyes-even-work-at-all-? falling, tripping,
kicking things that have always been there.
Maybe my heart is hurting in that dark, ugly crying
kind of way, but you save me then too. You've
been saving me excessively for 12 years or so.
And for that darling, I am grateful.