And I don't see the point in giving up just because it's a little harder to get through the day. I'm not ready to die, I still have hope. And it's possible, when I get my prosthetics, I might be able to run again. Not like I used to, but running, just the same.
She...She doesn't know I'm home. I don't want to come between her and her husband. She's happy. She's in love. She's moved on.