Her name was Jana.
And she made me love again.

From the moment of first sight she drew me in,
Like the sea pulls in a seashell
With the strength of a single wave.
I was attached then,
Ready to lose it all
For the sake of a conversation that held no more meaning
Than the gesture of arrival.

But it grew.
It grew with a purpose of unknown regard.
Like a tree toward the sunlight,
It found a meaning in survival.
An affection formerly thought impossible
Now seemed impassable.

Her name was Jana.
And she made me ache again.

Like every broken heart,
The pain sweltered in my chest
Unlike anything that has ever happened before.
Again.
She made me feel how dry the well was
And how thirsty I truly am.
Thirsty for the light I have grown to love and need,
Required for the survival of a life
That only leads to death.
Death now. Death again.

Her name was Jana.
And she helped me live again.

For sensation is the key to living.
With her I felt alive.
Without her I felt dead.
But with feeling comes the realization
That I was never truly living
Until the day I met her.
Life starts today for me,
Alone.
But only for now.