laying in his bed I was a mess, a dizzy-headed, snotty-nosed, limp-limbed, useless girl. and he was so good to me my heart went all teary and as runny as my nose as he fetched me my teddy bear from five flights up and gently wiped the fevered sweat from my skin with a damp cloth. no one has ever been so kind to me. no one has ever wanted to give me the world. no one has ever wished they could give me wings. I remember now what I have known since the day we met under the stars: he is too good for me. to spend a life time attempting to live up to his praise would be a life well and sweetly lived, spent pleasing him. may I be allowed to continue trying.