CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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What is the greatest sacrifice you've made for love?
I sacrificed everything for love. When you’re in love, that real, true love, nothing matters; no one can get to you and say that your relationship is wrong. And since I had almost nothing, and hated almost everyone, it didn’t matter at all when I fell in love with Michelle. When I fell in love with her, I was up high, flying free, finally having found the happiness and completeness that I had, for so long, missed out on. It was a feeling, beautiful and good beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Some people, only get that feeling when they first fall in love, and then it fades, and, eventually, the relationship ends, but it wasn’t like that for us. Yes, it wasn’t all the time, but so many times when I saw her, when she saw me, when we saw each other, there was that spark, the spark that told us we had something special between us that was never going to end.
I changed my whole self for love, and I don’t regret it for a moment. Where I was angry, in her presence, I became happy, even just thinking about her made me happy in a way I hadn’t thoughts possible. Trust me, as a young adult, and even a child, I had a career to focus on, a life, and no parents, happy was the last thing on my schedule, and one I often made sure I didn’t have time for. When she was there, I didn’t do that so very much, but, now she’s gone, I do it a lot. Grissom, Sara, Nick, Warrick, Catherine, everyone. Grissom belongs with Sara, and Catherine with Warrick. I hate them for it, I truly hate the fact that they have a chance to be happy, and, I don’t. I don’t because I lost my chance, my special, beautiful, chance at a life that isn’t as wretched and full of torment as the one I have now.
I sacrificed everything for love. Luckily, I got a lot of it back, but I’m still missing quite a bit. I don’t regret it for a second, and, for now, I’m just going to protect myself really well and hope, in the back of my mind, that I can sort things out one day. I’ll pray for it, if I have to, because I miss believing in things, I miss, being happy. Even if I don’t show it on the outside, which I don’t, I do, I really do, miss feeling that way. It reminds me that I sacrificed everything for love, for what I believed in, and had my lover cruelly taken away from me, long before her time. It keeps me going, the hope that I may, one day, find that happiness from love, once again. Besides, for now, continuing, it really is, all I can do. If I didn’t, I’d be lost forever, and then, I’d find no one at all. And maybe I might, and I maybe I might not, but I hope I will, and until something happens, I’ll keep on going, and, everything will be ok. Of course it will, because, it, has, to be.