this won't excite you, but my favorite song is "Past the Point of Rescue" by Hal Ketchum. My ex bf Steven was hit by a semi in 2003. I spent every day driving 2 hours to UW Madison to see him, and two hours back. He was in a coma for 5 weeks. When he woke up, his homophobic parents told him I abused him, including pulling his catheter out several times. He broke up with me and told me how lousy a person I was. I was never mad at him because I would never try to challenge his family.
I have the best boyfriend in the world right now, but a small piece of me will always belong to Steven even though he hates me. So this is appropriate:
"I wonder if I am past the point of rescue, is no word from you at all the best that you can do? I never meant to push or shove you. Do you know how much I love you? No you don't. But I do"
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