That summer night, drinking away my pain. You saved me that night. Your words of 'Your a lady you shouldn't drink that much' and that sassy judging look on your face as your eyes bored into my soul, trying to figure out every inch of my being. I casually replied with 'I'm trying too die'. You just scoffed and told me 'Whatever has happened, death is not the answer, get back up'. You shocked me with your words. 'Not that simple, your not in my position' to which again you scoffed and said 'Let me help you then dummy'. I just laughed at what you had said. But u took up your offer and now here I am, searching for someone to fix me again.