Alex

When we were young, we believed love was like a fairy tale. Then we were teenagers and we read about Romeo and Juliet or watched Titanic and love became a joke.

Why would I choose to die because of my love for another? How great should our love be if one was willing to sacrifice themself for that person?

I didn't believe that type of love existed. I cared about others: my friends and family, but to die for them was another situation. For the past few days, the thought swirled in my head. My resolve regarding this paled. Marvelon was my best friend. If he was dying, would I have given my life to save his? Before I could never answer that question, never pause on a steady yes.

At least until now.

There was a split second in time when the answer became prominent. The need to do whatever it takes to ensure that person's safety surfaced and could not be quelled. That moment when nothing else mattered but keeping that person safe. At all costs.<