What is it like to have people love you because of what you’ve made? What is it like to have people love you no matter how black your heart becomes? To have anyone be able to scoop you up and siphon the wound? To have countless meaningful moments on a second’s worth? What is that like? What is it like to have people know you’re sick? To have people stay when you’re throwing the medication in their face when you don’t want their need? What is that like? Can you tell me what unconditional devotion is like? What all these things mean? Can someone tell me? Because I don’t think it’s something that was earned, but you see the sun more than you can see anything.