From the desk of V...

The last few months has been the most nerve-racking time of my life.
I came over to Indiana again (still here), there was a reason this time ^^
Matt told me about half a year ago that he'll have to have a kidney transplant. Over the next few months after that, he's been poked and prodded with needles and i've been worrying about it over and over.
The time finally came in June. Sitting in the hospital, waiting to go into a room. Praying to myself that Matt isnt as nervous as i am. Wishing i could be in that operating room instead of him. I'd tell him over and over that i love him, and he'd always wonder why.
That moment came, and Matt was wheeled off on a bed. I gave him a kiss goodbye, and told him i'd be there as soon as he woke up. I took one last look in his soft, brown eyes as the surgeon said it was time to go.
Watching the double doors close, i began to think i'd never see him again. I had 6 hours until i'd know if he was alright. I didnt want to let him go, i didnt want to trust anyone else with his life except for me.
Those 6 hours was the longest time of my life, staring into space. Hoping that slip of heartache in my chest would move. As the time came, and it was time to go, all i wanted to do was break down and cry.
Walking towards intensive care, i saw him. At that very moment, i realised i'd never wanted to see him this much before. I walked in, and watched him, for hours. Telling him i love him, even if he couldnt say it back.

Thats the story of Matt's transplant, i know most people have been through worst situations, and it doesnt seem much but saying goodbye is the hardest thing i can do.

Not many people will probably read this, but at least it's out of my system