He felt so good to be down.
So nervous. He read what he had written for her and smiled.
Folded it up four times and left it under a glass in the bar.
Maybe he hoped it would help or at least bring a smile to some other poor soul.
it wasn't the adrenaline that kept me warm in the water, it was you.
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