And it was always there; the underlying sadness, the ocean she had wept in silence and in tears. Most days she was strong enough to keep ahead of the dark waters she so feared. But then there were the days she could only tread water. These were the days sadness grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her below the surface. These were the days she could no longer hold herself above the water; the days she could no longer breathe for the weight of pain that would rest upon her chest and close in around her lungs. These were the days she wanted to be saved the least. These were the days she needed to be saved the most. And all she longed for was someone who wasn’t afraid of the deep.