Do you remember that moment when you were little? When you asked your self if you would ever save a life, and what it would be like? You imagined it being joyous and you being happy and smiling all day. Under different circumstances you feel different. If its for a medical reason and you save them it's an amazing feeling. But if its suicide, you don't feel so great. It may sound awesome but you feel the exact opposite. You question what you did wrong. Why you weren't there for them. And why you didn't ask if they were really okay. You feel relieved and happy they are alive. But, once it sinks in you saved them you lose it. You burst into even more tears than when you were told they were done. I almost lost a close friend today. And I saved her. She told me I saved her life. I'm so glad she is still alive. I couldn't imagine myself going to school, not crying, or saying R.I.P with her name. She told me I saved her life. I don't know about you guys but I thought about what would happen if I saved somebody's life. The difference is remarkable. I'm so glad she is alive. And she probably is reading this. Girl I love you so much. We only knew each other since August and we live miles apart. We never even met each other, and yet she feels like my best friend. I'm so proud of my self for saving her. But more than anything I am proud of her for staying strong and not giving up. I don't know what I would do without her.
