"HEAL HER ALEXANDER. Heal her," had seemed to be the only combination of words that never, ever left my brain. I wanted to know why, I wanted to understand.
I tried to figure out how could Alex possibly 'heal' me, when there was nothing to heal?
I was completely fine, other than my never ending disability to not sleep and have boundless panic attacks.
I don't even think Alex understood what he meant either; I certainly didn't, but you would expect the poet to understand hidden meanings, especially from him.
Also, it wasn't as though I could just walk up to him and say 'Hey, remember that time when you said that, what the f**k did you mean?'
The majority of my days were spent wondering about what was to happen in the future; I mean, how could I not? Everything us as humans are going to
