I am on high alert almost 100% of the time. The phone rings, I jump a little. A text from a certain far away girl? I flinch just a little, my heart skips a beat, and I scan it quickly to see if she's OK. So, one would think that when I DO get the all important call of an overdose and a seizure and a hospitalization and the miracle that she cheated death once again, I wouldn't be so surprised.
But I am. Every time.
And every time, my heart dies just a little bit more.