Love is Not Blind

They say love is blind. It isn't. Love is the most clear-sighted creature in the universe. Infatuation is blind, that's why people get confused.

Love is able to hang on through the greatest storms and in the most painful trials. Why? I don't know, but I think it has to do with hope.

I love PHC. PHC wasn't my idea, but once I got there, I loved it. Even when it exasperated me. Even when it betrayed me and left me to fend for myself. I still loved it enough to believe it could, and would, do better.

Striker might have killed me, given a chance, but he couldn't frighten me into running.

Trigger could try to manipulate me, playing on my fears to put distrust between me and my friends. Even so, he couldn't make me flee either.

I'm still here.

I'm not leaving.

I don't run from the battle. If ever I run, it's into the thickest part of the fight.

I don't run often. I'm not a berserker. But if I know where my core is, I know when and how to defend it. Evidently, my core is at PHC.