Happiness is pricey.

So out of this story of cancer, and caregiving, and taking rage, and holding despair... You know what? Poof! The sense of injustice is efficiently dead. Helplesness is no more. What's lost no longer counts.

It's time. It's time to stand up. And laugh into God's face: You Silly. You thought you'd break us. And now you can't. It was all in vain, and nothing counts and nothing is more important than... holding the one you love, at no matter what price. And what we sacrifice... it's just taking a detour, a longer, more painful way, but as soon as we arrive there, we FORGIVE. God, you lost this game with me.

My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time and I feel the same
My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time

My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time

You lost and I'll take HOPE. Not as a price, as a war casualty. Which is on Your side.

OK. So I wasn't under influence when writing this. These last three months kept me extremely sober. I just finished watching the season 2 finale of the _Suits._ I hope embedding the video still requires to confirm your age if you want to watch this. And, People. This is not "angry sex" scene. This is "open communication-HONESTY" scene. Just brilliant, yes it is.