Life is good. Of all the things I have learned in my messed up, twisted, fucked over life, this is the one thing I can be sure of.
Why? That's a really good question.
I lost my parents when I was seven, I was a prostitute for five years, I joined the mafia when I was sixteen and promptly proceeded to blow my self up. And if that isn't enough, I then decided to chase down a psychotic serial killer that thought he was god, and even agreed to work with that stupid little man child, Near. My life was a never ending line of disasters, and I never did seem to get the knack of making good choices. So how could life possibly be considered good?
Because he was there. He was always there. Well, almost always anyways. He showed up somewhere between my detox after Wammy found me on the streets, and My ousting out of the orphanage to run around killing people and trying to find answers. Yeah, right somewhere smack in the middle. When I first met him I thought he was a total freak, which he was. I mean seriously, who can play psp for ten hours straight, then ace a geometry test AND chug twelve cans of monster without exploding? But hey, that was just him. That was the crazy, geeky, weirdo Matt that saved me.
He never cared what I did. I was a whore? He just shrugged and said people got to do what people got to do. I left him, joined the mafia and melted half my face? He came and pick me out of the rubble. I decide to try to stop a lunatic, knowing I'll probably end up dead? He helps me. I break down crying and tell him that I love him? He tells me he's never leaving me.
When we were fighting the good fight, out there in the world, risking our live everyday, seeing the worst and most disgusting parts of humanity I sometime wondered if it was even worth living. But at night, when it was just us, when we would lie on our bed, and he would tell me he loved me, it was all worth it. The world melted, I forgot about the killing, and the pain and the sorrow, and everything else stop, that was when I could say I love living.
It was him, always him. He made my life worth living.