because tonight I've eaten pizza
and the tank in the car is full.
There's money in the bank (it's from a bank loan and I'll have to pay a stupid amount of interest on it to get it all paid back but tonight that's okay) and that money will allow Cam and Taelin and I to eat and sleep well and warm against the cold.
I owe you this because you were good to me
when I had so little, I didn't even know who I was anymore.
I didn't know how little I was worth and how much life really costs.
But I owe you this because I'll get up in the morning and I'll go to my job and I'll fret and worry about some decisions I made, or should have made. Or something I communicated badly. Or too well.
But I owe you this because you're reading this and you've been good to me in the brief time that we've been friends
and I haven't given you much but what little I've given comes from my small and crowded heart.
And I owe you this for every streak of luck you've shared.
For every time you took a moment out from your good fortune and remembered someone somewhere who you felt to be worthy.
And for them, you kept something aside.
And I owe you this because you won't be here forever and I certainly won't be here forever,
and for this tempestuous little while
we only have each other.
I hope you like it.
