Today I heard steele in your voice. I felt it in the air. Today Steele ran through my veins and threatened to harden me.
Today I noticed that the rose you gave to me was not the only rose in the world. I saw that there are more, and that what we have is not the only gardener that grows them.
Today I needed you, and you were not there.
Today I noticed that it is my fault.
Today I saw that sleep brings not rest, but sorrow.
Today, I will not only remember the steel I heard and saw. I will feel it.
