I didn't stay. Or rather, he didn't stay. But we kept trying again. Why did I keep trying again? Because he's a part of me. Because we belong like my toes belong with my foot. Because it's very hard to let go of the idea of your feet having toes if you've had toes. After all a foot works better with toes if they're healthy toes. And a foot even works better with sore toes than it does with absent toes. When the toes are broken however, they can paralyze a foot. But I hate the idea of amputation. Couldn't we see if those toes could heal? Couldn't we wait? Won't we know if it's gangrene in time to save the foot? Because if it's not, it would just be a shame.
Hope.
