I’ve been struggling to find the right words since that night. I’m not sure I have any more now. I feel much like a drowning victim — gasping for air, fighting and clawing for something, anything — and yet, finding nothing.

I could spend the next several hours writing, rewriting, erasing and yet still rewriting, but then it becomes less about the message and more about the syntax. Something would get lost, so it’s best that I save further words for a time when I have a better ability to say them. For now, I should focus on the most important thing, which is to simply say this:

Thank you for saving me. I love you.