Every once in while I get little scraps of stories-if they can be called that-and sometimes I write them down. I have a small collection of House ones, so I'm just going to stick them here.
There would always come a time when I would forget about everything but one thing-and I knew it, too. But I didn't care. So when you tossed me the damn bottle of pills I didn't notice the un-shed tears glistening in your eyes. I was too blind to see that all you wanted was me.