They Don't Love You Like I Love You

Time flies. Thoughts progress and process. Wounds heal.



Heal by definition is:

• verb: provide a cure for, make healthy again
• verb: get healthy again

This is what I do, metaphorically. I help people heal. One of my best friends once told me that this is what he did, and it didn't take me long to figure out what he meant. That is because he was the one that healed me. Basically, its helping those who have been hurt emotionally or physically. The people who do heal, are called Medics.

Healing.
Its the feeling that people need.
Its what soothes and caresses the heart until there is no more pain.
Suffer no longer, because there is something to be learned here.
The truth really will set you free and there is a person who you can come to.
But take your time, be extremely careful, for there are trials you must overcome.
And you will be able to get through these times of trouble.

As I sit here, I think of all the ones I love, and how they might just one day forget about me.
But as I am forgotten, I'm the one who will never forget.
As smart-girl-in-the-corner, human-advice-column, Medic Jessie, Lovely Jessie, Jessie, Jess, Snap, Tramp [joke], Slut [joke] and Beth: I will remember you, but will you remember me?

I take my job seriously, and if you put me through any bullshit, then you will pay for it one day, but I have treated every situation as serious. I question things after I do what I think is right.