Where were you when my heart was being ripped into pieces? When I thought you were dead and gone. I thought I would have to bury you, Michael. Now, feeling your skin next to me as you hold me close - ...keep your enemies closer... - I want to cry in relief. I don't, I'm too proud for that, but, Michael, why? Where were you? Who was more important than us when you made it back alive? I was crying in my bed when you called to say there was a new 'job' for us. I could have so easily lost myself in those hours.
We said our goodbyes, I watched you walk away. Forever, maybe.
Yet, here you stand, next to me and you're alive. I want to beat you, I want to torture you the way that you just tortured me. No. No, I want to love you and kiss you and thank God you're alive.
Thank God.
-THE END
Inspired by You Found Me - The Fray