To see someone for the last time, I would pay anything. I would sacrifice my job, my everything…

Last chances are hard to come by, but never miss the opportunity.

If I was stuck somewhere 500 miles from where I wanted to be, wouldn’t I drop $50…then maybe $100…then $150…then anything to be where I wanted to be? Especially if it meant the somewhere was where that someone was?

I often have a dream that the world is crumbling. And just like disaster movies, I am on the go, on the run, on the prowl. I am fighting the “monster” to reach the saved destination where the someone will be. Would I kill to be there? Would I do anything against my morals? I don’t know, but my first impulse is…I’ll do anything it takes.