Am I the scribe, or the architect of these emotions? Where do these thoughts come from? Do they exist within me, or are they an alien energy that have attached themselves to the tip of my pen? Corruption – that’s a little harsh. But then again I no longer have the option of whether or not I will tell this story. It is mine to tell. These emotions are far greater than mere words. I never even considered ignoring them. Wait a minute! I am not usually this sappy and emotional… Damn you, foreign empathy!