I was drowning. My breath was getting shorter and shorter. And i couldnt hold on. The water surrounded me, wrapped me up like a newborn in a blanket. And i was lying there, looking up at the bright light pushing its way through the water. And i reached up to it, not to have it help me, but to wave goodbye. Cause the scariest part of all this, is that i wanted to die. But i didnt die. I planned to die. But i didnt. People call it a miracle. A miracle that he saw me swimming, and saw me go under. It was a "miracle" that he reached me and that he didnt drown himself trying to save me. And with all the waves crashing and freezing water, we made it back to dry land. But to me, it was no miracle. It was a tragedy, a needed tragedy. Because without it...I wouldn't have met him.
