the hangover

well, sir. we are not jack and rose. and we were not on the great titanic ship. it was the kitchen at the hospital where you work. and i am glad you decided to lose that mohawk. i like you better clean shaved crew cut. but, there were too many people that it was impossible to not be obvious. you don't have to squeeze my hand that hard to tell me you were glad i was back alive. i was not going to die just because we got on one of the craziest mud track. so, even though i too want to hold your hand a little longer if not forever, awkward laughs seemed more appropriate. and thank you to remember my birthday. you were the first one who greet me in person. that is always a nice surprise. i will deal with the awful feelings later.