Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2021 18:20:47 GMT -5
Hiiiiiii, I’m Macy, your favorite rock n’rollin’ blue bunny and welcome to my house – Macy’s Bounce House and today, we’re going to talk about HEAD INJURIES and why you should always protect your head when you play rough with your t̷̡̫͓̭͇̼̫̺̭͖͍̠̺͙͈̥̲͐͌̈́̔͊̏͑͗͂̆̎̌͑h̶̲̣̄̿̒͂̽̑̐̆̅̕ả̶̢̰̳̪̹̼͈͉̼̃͂̓́̕̕͝͝ť̸̘̙̞̥̮̣̘̤͍̝͔͚̙̘̋͋̎̅͂͌͛̾́̇̕̚ ̵̢̫̥̥̞͙̟̣͇̋b̵̛̖́̈̈́̋̓̒ï̴̦͖̼̤̇̇̒t̵̛̪̤̞̝̞̹̘̟͋̀c̵̥͎̰̮̏ĥ̸̨̨̡͕̬̘͕̭̲̟͕͎̎̈́́͒̔ ̶͚̯̪̰̞͈̳͖̭̪̯͉͉̹̤͇̘́̔i̶̛͎̠̲͚̎̔̎̔͗͐́̅͆̐ ̴̧̢̫̲̝̣̗̲̣͈̟̰̪̻̣̞͋̂̇͂̓̀͌͌͘͝h̵̜̯̪̩̏̾̀́̊̐̊͘̚ö̵̮̞͖́̈́͊̔̈͊͌̒̕͝͝ͅͅp̸̛̲͊̒̅̔ë̴̼̘͔͍̯͎̜́ ̶͇̓͛̎̽͗̿̂̽̏͘s̴̡͖͉̥̟̬̝͐͛̾́͊̑̊̈́̋̀͂̉̊̓̈́̔̕ḩ̸̰̠̻̝̹̯̥̥̦̣͊́̏̃̅͒̿͆̾̇̐̔͆͑̚͝ȩ̵̨̡̠̭̠̘̫̪̭̜͚̤̼͇͆̍̄̋̈́̈́̑̔̆̏̑̾̏͌͛̚ ̷̛̦͓̉̾͒̅̃͆̀̑̑͆́͘͝d̴̪̻̻͓͉͎̖̹̖̉͑̓̚ͅi̷̦̬͋̉̂́̍͂́̍̀̉e̶̢̺̻̫͕̠̘̱̥̳͍̱̻̺̜̔̀͑̉͛̔͆̾͜ͅś̶̺̥̳̪͓̰̪̳̱̱̬̣̍͜ friends!
Did you know that the brain is the most important part of your body since it controls literally EVERYTHING you do!? From signaling for help and running away – the brain is in charge of everything! Isn’t that cool!?
Did you ALSO know that even when your heart stops beating, your brain is still alive and so technically – so are you!?
Today, I am going to tell YOU, the reader a story.
A story about….DEATH!
But don’t worry, no one actually dies. Well….almost but it DOES have to do with the brain and the heart…..so kick back….or lean back….or get comfortable for my mobile users for our story today begins in a local medical facility in Dallas, TX…..
“We have a female patient with severe damage to the skull and lacerations all over her body.”
Two paramedics push a gurney carrying a bloodied corpse! Oh my!
Her shirt is torn, revealing a sports bra underneath as dried blood crackles around her chest and stomach. The once colorful plastic bead bracelets are also covered in dried blood.
“What’s her name?”
“Melanie,” says the blonde-haired angel trailing alongside like she was guiding it into Heaven. She’s like a stray puppy who was rescued after being thrown out of a moving car. Meaning her hands refusing to let go of the cold steel that's keeping her safe. Her once colorful shirt is smeared with dried, crusted blood, oh dear!
The patient’s skirt are rows of metal plates sewn into it and guess what? Those are bloodied too but they still manage to glisten under the hospital lights as the dried, maroon blood chips away like an old dried stain.
The patient’s face is the most gruesome. Dark, red sanguine bruises masks her beautiful face and has turned her vibrant blue hair into a knotted mess. Her eyes appear to be swollen shut. She is unrecognizable.
Just moments ago, she was on top of the world, making a grand entrance atop a giant mechanical dragon.
Now she was barely breathing and nearly dead.
“140/100. Heartrate is 112.”
The nurse scribbles down the patient’s information as quickly as she can, stumbling as she tries to keep up the two hunks in uniform.
“Is she going to be okay?” asks the angel with blonde hair, trailing alongside the medical personnel. Her hand a deathgrip on the side metal bar of the gurney. Her hair is like wet spaghetti due to the rain. She arrived with the bloodied body.
“We don’t know, miss. Is this your sister?”
“No, she’s…..” the teenager stutters, “She’s my best friend!”
Actually….she’s MY best friend but we’ll get to that later!
They push the gurney through two doors which swoosh upon opening and the paramedics follow the doctor who directs them towards a room, away from the lobby. They stop and with the nurse’s assistance they scoot the body onto a hospital bed and begin procedures to save the life of the corpse.
The blonde-haired angel stands far in the back as to not get in the way. One of the hunks – I mean, paramedics pushes down on the ventilation bag; air filling the corpse’s lungs with every squeeze. The doctor, with a flashlight opens the eyes of the body and exclaims, “Her pupils are enlarged.”
The doctors immediately rush into action, making sure the patient is breathing and circulation throughout the body is healthy.
“Her pulse is getting weak!”
The angel starts to sob uncontrollably as the medical personnel attempt to save the blue-haired patient.
The compressions cave in on the frail patient’s chest!
The beeping from the EKG machine gets faster and faster…..and faster!
The angel starts to wail in fear!
“She’s losing too much blood! Cerebrospinal fluid from the nose!”
Now, hold it. You’re prolly wondering, ‘What is Cerebrospinal fluid?’
Welllllll, it’s like this…..clear stuff. It looks like boogers, kind of that comes out whenever you hit your head really hard.
It’s brain jelly, essentially. It keeps your brain nice and safe. When that liquid comes out it’s like…think of it like a really, really, REALLY big egg, right?
What happens to an egg when it cracks?
In the case of this patient, her head is an egg, and that egg was crushed at full force with two baseball bats!
“Damn it! Let’s get her up to the ICU!”
“Her vitals are dropped fast!”
“Move! Move! Move!”
The paramedics reach below the gurney and snap into place the metal handrails and the personnel rush the gurney away, towards the elevator at the other end of the hall. The blonde-haired angel chases after them, crying while she runs.
The gurney is inside the massive elevator and the doors slide shut before the teenager can make it inside.
“No! No! No!” she pounds at the stainless-steel door, drawing the attention She becomes overwhelmed with emotions, turning her back to the elevator door and sliding down to the floor, hiding her face. A nearby nurse comes over and confronts the young girl.
“What’s your name, miss?”
The angel, her face glistening with tears looks up; “Jennifer Broom.”
What an awful story!
Now, I bet you are all wondering, “But Macy – what happened to that poor girl?”
All of you reading this know. You were there or at least, read about it.
That poor girl was Mesh. You know her. And remember how I said that she was MY best friend first? Well, let’s talk about BACKSTORY.
When Mel-Mel was a little bunny, as you know she was an only child and soooooo, she didn’t really have any friends.
There was Kathy, but we don’t talk about her.
Mel-Mel and I have been super besties for a loooooong time, but I’ll admit – we haven’t been super close like we used to be. In fact prior to all…..this, we hadn’t talked in years but that’s okay because the lesson of the day is: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.
Needless to say…..I came back but she hasn’t been the same since and that makes me really sad. She rarely talks now. Mama Bear and Kat don’t know what to make of it.
And honestly? Either do I.
Meshie loves to talk, as you all know. It was always so lively in here to the point of exhaustion! She was always the one in control, hehe.
It’s so weird having the place to myself, hehe but Mel-Mel needs me, now more than ever because remember, Hoppies: A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
I never walked out from Mel-Mel. She just….outgrew me but I’ve always been here I̴̛̼͕̜̖̟̻͉̫͔̭̥͝ ̶̳̘͕̗͎̖̗̦̲̘͈͓͈̫͉̾̉̋́̑͐̌̈́̄̊̕a̴̞͎͚͙͒̅́̒̅́̓̈́̓̇͂̇͊̊m̵̡̛̻͖͈͎̰̣̬͚͔͎̠̩̤̪̮͆͋̎̾̉̓̍͌̃͛̕̚͜ ̶̡̣̟͎̦̺̜̈́̐͗̋͌̈́̌̇̆̋́̀̆͗̈́̕͘͜h̵̫͍͈̥͚͔̯̻̜̪͛̅͋̓̀͌̉͒̒̊̀̽̈͌̋̀͠e̷͚͈͔̞̹͚͑̐͗̋̐͌͌̚̚̕r̷̺͍̋̉̀́͋̇̆̇͘͝͝ because I will NEVER hurt Mel-Mel!
I’m not like those big bullies that used her only to leave her alone in her most desperate of times!
Yeah, I’m talking to you, Frank Lynn and Sean Casey and Daphne and everyone that hurt my Meshie! The ONLY person who came to see her at the hospital was that red-head with the accent. The weird one. Readers, you know who I’m talking about.
Where were YOU when she was clinging to life??
Where were YOU when she got her skull turned into a brain slushie??
Where were YOU all those long, quiet nights where the humming of machines kept her alive?
Because YOU never loved Mel-Mel like I do!
I̴͖̓̈́͊̍͗̾̒͊͐͒̀̑͑͘ ̵̧̧̫̩̰͚̯̼̣̲͔̥̮̻̩̪̓͐͋̈́́̍̂̚h̴̤͕̞̰̰̺͙̍̔̽̇̂͂̍̾͊̌̄̔̒̒̏̕õ̷̬̙̮͒͆̈́͛̈̋͛̃p̵̺̺̬͎̟̮̼͓͉̪͍̻̽͌̌͛ͅͅę̶̨̛͙͙̯̗̳̟͚̥͙̤̠̦̣̰͋̊̀̓̈́̕͜ ̵̤̤̲̹̰̝̭̦̱̮͙̮̟̫̞̞̱̎͆̎̄̇̃͛̄͒̂͛̒̿̋̚͝y̴̢̛̞͛̃͐͛̂͗̊́̍̋̏͑̈̉͐͝o̴̡̧̢͍͉̮̟͉̭̺͇̖͔̭͓͈͚̾͐̈́̿͐͠ù̵̢̨̙̣͓͎̼̗̙͔̜̳̝̦͉͈̠͗̅̒̂̉͒͝ ̸̛̛̫͈̞̰̦̝̆̄̽̈͒̂̇͐͛̈́̚͠ã̶̧̰͉̲̯̻̰̝̮̙̝̙̟̥̗͂͊͜͜l̵̞̖͛̎̓̂͒̔̈̆l̴̡̬͉̼̪̮̱͖̰͕̘̪͎̄͒́͂͐̿̓̊̾̀̃͐ ̶̨̨̹̥̻̗̫̞̣͖̞͍̏͌̿̓̑͒̅͐̎͛͋̚͜ḑ̶̛̛̣͇͍͓̟͔̱̘̆͆́̔̒͊̚͠͝i̷̱̊̏̍͌͛̂͋̿̂͂̆̃̕ę̷̬̟̦̺̞̦̹̝̱̠̤̬͓̯͔̹̐̓̽ ̶̨̡̨̡̖͇͈͈͇̗͓͔͙̥͊̄͒́̈́̈́͛̓ͅḑ̸̨̛̛̰̯̻̺̺̭̓̇̅̒̎́̅͆̀͠͝͝i̷͌̀̄̚͘ͅẹ̸̮̱̪͉̝̪̿̍̒̚̚͝ ̷̩̹̺̼͓͎͎͇̩͉͇̘̤̤͆͐̊̃̆͑̍̋͊̏̾͜͝d̶̜̣̥͙͓̤͗͋̄̈́̄̍͗̄̑̊̌̏̆̄͘̕͝ì̸̘͙̱̩̟͕͓̰͕͙̋̓͋̆̾̌̉̔̏̔̊͐̂͌̕͝ę̷̘̱̝̤̹͍̞̫͕̯̠̱̜͙͍̓̓̕͘͜ ̶̢̢͓̼͈͍̭̤̖̰͉̱̖̓̈́͜d̴̡̫͚̳̪̱͓͓̠̞͕̼̥̮̂̐͗̕͝ḯ̶̥̬̠̻̒͐̾̓̄̈̃̈̊͊͋̃͜ȩ̶̛̛͉̞͎̺̬̫̱͗̿̂̊̏͆̈́͌̚͠ ̷̧̯͖̙͍̥̳̞̈͒̓̋̂͝d̸̟͓͋̐͌͐͋͐͑͆͌̿̍i̵̛̝̟̰̩̲̣̹̻͓̖̯͋̓͂̈́̎́̀͐͌̾͘͜͜͜e̷̳̬͚̼̍̏̎͋ ̴̢͚̻͎͍̣̹̭̖̠̈̃͛̐͐͑̈́͊̀̒͘͘d̷̢̗͓̝̦͖͕̳̯͍̳̟̙̻̝͒̇̋̒̈́̅̍̎͌̚͝i̶͓͔͆͛̂͐̓͑̂̋̚͠ę̷̢̡̛̮͙̪̣͓̥̤͎̹̹̙̀̈́̈̾̓͂̋̽̉͠ ̸̢̡̟͉͓͍̙̲̰͎̪͂̾́́̃̈́̾̓̈͜ͅd̵̨̟̤̰̟̠̺͔͍̾̔̒̊͆̚i̴̛̠̩͚̜̔͛͐͒̈́͘̕ĕ̸̡̺̙̭͈̯̤̹͙̱̠̍̀͂̀̒ͅę̴̪̥̼͙͔̠͙̰͕̆̒̃̈́͆̀̔̓͗͠ͅe̵̞̫͇̝̹̰̹̭̣̋̓̈́ę̴̥̼̻̲̙̟͓̪͒͂̈́̚͘͜e̶̛̝̥̩͈̹̹͊̔̂̔͑͆̓̀̃͒͘͘͝͝ë̴̮̠͈̠͓̱͔̖͙̙͈͚̆̋̓͜ẽ̶̬̋͝e̸̠͎̹̰͕͔̠͇͉͐̽̋͗̑͂̄͋̀̔͒̈́̈̐͐͠e̶̡̨̟̝̯͍̰͖̼͍̩͉͆̈̈͑ę̷̛̠̟͔̻͒̔͂̀͊ę̵̢̢̼̳͖̫͔̲̻̰̾͊́͑̈́̂̈̅̇͐̊͊ę̸̛͖͕͑̒͋̈
The only two people that I know love Mel-Mel ȗ̵̹̰͛̌͂͋̚s̷̨̜̝̤̩̙͖̰̞̜̓̾̇̕ ̵̲̗̳̬͓̳̘̦̄̏̃̎͂͂̾͜ų̴̧̤̏̈́̌͌̔͜s̴͇̰̬̠̘̖͍̮̰̞͆̈́͌͆̀̔̓̽̀̄͛͂̚͘͝͝ ̶͉̻͙̻̬̭̩̩͇̦͕̟̫̻͑̈̋̆͜u̷̺̹̜͑̀̆͌̆̀̀̀̄s̷̻͍͍̲̳̼̱̟͙̈̓̈́́͂͑ more than me are Mama Bear and Kat and they’ve been the ones who were hurt the most by what happened.
They weren’t in Dallas, they were back home so it was an 18 hour and 46 minute frantic drive but when they got there, it wasn’t the greatest news….
“How is my daughter? Is she okay?” queries the matriarch of the Villagomez family who is frantic and hysterical. Kat, on the other hand is the complete opposite.
“Ms. Villagomez, your daughter is stable, but we don’t know too much right now. She uhh –“
“Her heart just…stopped. We tried to resuscitate her -”
Mama Bear wails like a banshee, muffling her tingling cries against Kat’s leather jacket. The usually fiery redhead remains cool, calm and collected as someone being there for emotional support should be however, internally Kat can feel her body grow cold. And weak. Her fingers start to tremble. Her lips quiver slightly, and she closes her eyes, clearing her throat.
“You mean she’s…?”
“We were able to resuscitate her. She’s alive and breathing but in and out of consciousness. Her vitals are fluctuating so we’re going to monitor her overnight until she’s stable.”
“Motherf-“ Kat holds Mama Bear tightly as the word struggles to leave Kat’s lips, “That motherf-“
“She’s very high-risk at the moment.”
“How bad is it?”
“She suffered an epidural hematoma. There was bleeding in the brain and her skull was fractured.”
Mama Bear, being a nurse, begins to wail louder at the mere mention of her daughter’s diagnosis. Kat’s affected by the news as well, looking away from the doctor and her lips pouting but she’s staying strong.
“I understand this is a difficult time for you but at least Melanie is okay. She’s unconscious but she’s breathing. All we can do is wait.”
Her mother then wipes the tears from her eyes and looks at the doctor, “Can we go see her?”
“Of course,” says the doctor, leading the two women into Mesh’s room, “There she is.”
A gasping of air from the machine that’s assisting Mel-Mel to breathe properly. The EKG machine besides her beeps rhythmically, showing her vital signs, not as distressed as they were before but still alarming nonetheless. The entire top of her head is wrapped in bandages. Her mouth is kept open due to the thick, plastic tube that’s helping her breathe. Mama Bear begins to cry again at the mere sight of her daughter. Kat comforts her as best she can as she listens to the sobs of a distraught mother.
“Mi hermosita,” Mama Bear whispers, gently kissing the forehead of her daughter and grabbing her right hand. Kat scoots the wooden stool behind her towards Mama Bear so she can sit down and be comfortable, “Te quiero mucho."
Now, if you’re all reading this then you all know what happened. Mel-Mel survived! Yay!!
Mel-Mel survived because she’s strong. And because she has me here with her.
I kept her company on those dark, lonely nights like I did when she was a little bunny. She wouldn’t say much but I know she enjoys having me her as her voice.
Because let’s face it – Mesh is broken. And so far, the pieces haven’t been back together. It’s like a part of her is missing. She’s not the same Mesh that burst onto the WFWF and pretty much, became the most popular superstar of all time.
She’s not the same Mesh that would laugh in the face of adversity and failure.
This Mesh….this Mel-Mel is different. This Mel-Mel is….scared.
As her bestie, it’s hard for me to watch this go on because there’s nothing I can do….but I’m that part of hert̸̨͇̙̝͔̫̙̲͎̙̣̘̦̿̓̆́͆̂̽̚̕͠͠ḧ̵̢̡̛͙̠̱̺̱̝̘̲̝͉̣̤́̋̾̍̀̋̔̂̎̀̎̀̾͘̚̚ͅȃ̷̙͓̯̹͉̦̪͖͕̠̮͖͕͙̻ͅt̶̨̨̛̠̯͉͍̟̻̪̤̼̺̬̜̾̉̈́̂͑͘͠ ̷̧̟̱͎͚̜̼̣͛͛̀̅̐̓͜d̸̨̜̦̱̪̜̘̍̄͐̃͠ȧ̵̳̳̥͎͉̘̇̇̆̿̿͐̇̿͝ͅr̶̛͇̗͚͚̠̰͚͉̦̰̯͓͚̱͑͋̏̾̈́͊̌̋̌̅̌͗͒̆͒̕k̴̝̭̜͆͋̈́̊̅̽̔̂̈́̕ṋ̷̡͙̖̰̖̭͇̺̦͕̫̝͍͑͋͐̕ͅͅé̸̢͉̞̘̦͉̪̬̪͙̺͐ś̵̢̤͙̜͓͙̗͍̞͎̍͊̾̀͛̕͜s̵̲̦̩̬̙͙̭̟̦̥̞̦̦̠̗̿́̌̊̑̔͘͝ͅ ̵̰̪͕̙̪͇̱͑̿̈́̿ṱ̷̨̡̼̩͙̖̮̪̗͇͇̼̱̘̋̈̐̒̅̈̋̑͂̎̌͒͠͠͝ͅͅh̶̗̬̓̉̐͑a̷͔͎̫͇̮̗͚̰͕͍̟̯͔͈̙̲̖̔͛̊͊̀̈̕t̴̛̮̳͎̬̺͌͑͛̀̔̽̃͂́̀̈́̉̐̈̑̚ ̶̧̛͓̝͓̤͎̆̉ş̴̨̡̘͖̟͖̜͓͇̺͎̺̬̝͙̑h̸̝͇̑̓e̶͕̺̯͉͒̐̾͑̑̿̅͌͛̚͠͠’̶͎̝̞͚̖͚͇͓͙͉̻̞͎̫͑̈͐͛̚̕͝ŝ̶͈̘̜̲̫̪̲̪͓̙̠̻̟̻̯̪͊̍̌͊̃̍͐̈́̌͝ ̶̧̠̩̥̠͖͙̪̞̜̫͎̓̇̌̕͜͝ͅk̵̡̧͓̦̼͕̬̟̝͇̼͇̗͖͉̗̗͆͐̌͂̌̏͋͒͛̿e̸̡̛̳̪̠̯͕̙͉͓̲̖͎̻͇̅̈̏̈́̾̋̾̽̃̚͝p̵̨̰̯̝̖̘̘̝̤̥̦͉͈͌͑͂̽͌̈́̓̿̅̔͌͑̍́ͅt̵͖͉̗͔͈̰̂̑̍́̔́͐̀̓͋̍͋̚͝͝ ̵̡̹̺̻̙̮͓͍̤̠̣̞̭̈́́̐̓̌͒͂͑̈́̉͑͋͝l̸̨̢̛̿̈́͗̈́͋͆͒͒̓͜͠ǫ̴̼͚̗̭̖̟̬̘̮̫͕͓̪̥̒͌̈̀̃̚͜c̵̛̛̦̼͍̀͑̂̾̌̐̀͊̌͘̕̕͝k̶̻̭̰̹̼̣͈̹̫̱͎̄̒̿͂̋̓̀̎͂̉ͅȩ̵̛̖̫͎̘̥͙̳̦͆͋͌̊͑̾̄͝͝͠͝ḓ̶͓̥̣̺̮̖̃̊͆̎̊̌͗ͅ ̵͍̅̂͝a̶̧̨̢̛̖̣̗̞̭̼̱̦̘͎͚̺̪͔͋̍̆̊̄͘͠͝ẅ̶̧̰́͒̊à̶̢̦̳͓̻̺̖̮̳͍͗͂̎̚̚͘͝ẙ̸̻̮̰̹̮͇̩̣̦͌̈́́̀̽͝ͅthat will keep fighting.
I am Mesh’s beating heart.
I am the Mesh’s soul and spirit.
a̴̪̯̩̭̮͋̒̊̆͆͐̑͗̈́͂̿̽̋̾̾̚ņ̴̧̹̯͍̬͕̖̘̰͖̫̣̜͒̐͗̓̐͝͝ͅd̴̼̹̻̺̲̬̩̣̟̮̚ ̴̡͔̯͎͔̺̣͎̫̼̲̮̠̹̦͐̅͌̈͐̃i̶̛̮͛̎̽̾̔̐͌̎͘f̷̢̪̹̹͓͍͑̌̓͋͋̾́͆̓͝ ̸̧͎̤̘͖̦̦̺̑̕a̴͔̽n̷̡̢̘̗̔̈́̍͆̓̌̽̚͠y̶̧̛̠̗̝̱̅ơ̶̹͚̟̿̆n̵̢̢̡̙̹̻̲̮͉̳̹̣͌ȩ̵̜͇̠̫̳̽̀ ̸̛̬͓̪̳̹̣̼̯͜h̸̹́̎̈͆ͅư̶̼̈̈̀̋̾͑͂̈́͆̚̚̚r̷̼̀͂̔̄͌̌́͆̄̆͘̚͝t̴̨̧̛̥̳̣͚̮̦̀̉̓̑̋̇̃̽͌̅̄͒͠s̸͓͍̻̥̱͚̳̼̜͉͎͚̐̏͗̄̆͋͐̍̃̾̅́͊̅̀ͅͅ ̸͓́͋̇̇̃̄̏͊̾́̿̕͝͝͠ḥ̸̾̒̊̑̍̀̿̅̕͝͝e̶͎̤̗̱͕͐͗͑͑̂͛̍̆͂r̴̹͂̓̊̅̈͒̊͆͊̂̀͋͋̂ ̸̫͙̘̙͖̉̇́̒̀͊̆̿͐̇̾̎̀̂͑a̵̛̞͖͙͐̿̓̉̄͊̈͗̉́̕͝g̸̢̛̛̜̻̮̱͔̩͇̯̼͎̩̐̒̐̄̾̈̓̄̃́͌͝͝a̵͙̥̮̮̽̌͑̎̎̋͑̈́̈́̉͛̓̏̈́̐ḯ̷̳͚̞̙͍̣͈͖̱̱̠̑́͛́̐̐̒̒͘̚̚͝n̵̛͛̏͐̑̋͂̆̄̿͐̚ͅ ̸̜̳͎̫̫̖̮̲̙̏̽̑̄̀̓̋͆̀́̂͘͝͝ẏ̶̛̙͕̜̖̻̐̐o̷̙̠̜̝̺͉͙̼͖̦̲͂͛̑̾̍̐͋̐͂͂͝ú̷̱̣͊̇̾͛̑̽͗̚ ̴̡͕̮̩̤͈̞͔̝͍̼͑̓͑͗̐͐̔͒̏̍̔w̸̨̪̖͕͓̝͈͔̮͎͉͔͓̠̋͊̌͗̓͊̈̍̀̒̆͘͘͝͝ͅi̸̥̲͔̗̠͈̣̘̐̂́̾̇ͅļ̴̛̥̭̠̻̓̌̓̿̉̈́͒́͑̒̃͒ḻ̵̡̠̺̣͗͐̑̉̓̉́͌͜ ̸̪̟̘̜̫̠̠̲̙͎͎̼̾̑͗̀͆͂̉̉̚d̷̛̲͖̏́̈́̀͆͝ȉ̸̞̱̗̝͝é̸̋̑̂͆͂̓̏̈́̄̏̄̚̕͠͠͝ͅḙ̶̡̧̩͕̹̭̹̍̍́̍́̓̈e̸̦͖͑̏̐̊͊̋̈́͘͝ę̷̢͙̟̟̳̮̦͉̽̓̐̎ͅe̶̫̟̳̮͔̥͕̲̰̬̳̤̖͊̍̄̅̽͋́̽̆̃̂͆̚̚͘ȇ̴̡̳̰̬̱̺͎̝͎͖͕̟̮̗̫̎͂̆͛ė̵̢̨̮̯͖̯̙͈̞̲̳̣̰́ͅͅë̵̘͔̘̯͕̦̙͇́́̉͋̐̑̆̓̂̃͛̂͌̕ĕ̸̡̢̧̢̜̟̗̤͔̦̺̟̼͔̜͇̒̿̂̈́̽͌̉̚ͅȩ̵̻̮̟̳̤͚̯̝͉͔̖̜̰͑̑̇̃͛́̋͌̂̒̚ę̶̤͙̪͕̱̥͉̲̹͔͆̈́̈́ͅe̵̛̜̦͖̥̯̝̭͖̣̬̼͕̰̗͔͒́̒̏͒̈́͝e̵̝̻̭̺͚̘̦͇͔̩̙̮̟̹̻̣̬̿͘
And as long as her and I are together again – we will be okay.