There are people I would take a bullet for and people I would like to put a bullet in.
I have a bullet in my back. I don't think most people notice. It doesn't affect my physical activities. The chances are it can never be removed, it will be a permanent reminder of a mistake I made. I took a bullet in my back. At the time I thought I was taking the bullet for a woman but in truth I wasn't.
I was taking a bullet for myself. I knew that Ray was going to shoot, well I didn't know but I suspected. I heard him shout that the woman was armed and logically the only thing for him to do would be to shoot. I suppose you could say that because I knew he was going to shoot that would be a reason to get between the woman and the bullet but it wasn't her I was thinking of.
I was thinking of myself. I was thinking about the way in which I was betraying Ray. I can;t remember a lot about my emotional state at that time but I was aware of that. At the time perhaps I did think I was taking the bullet for her but I wasn't. I took it for myself. I took it for Ray, for us. The bullet belongs to myself and Ray, it's a reminder of what we went through, how much we nearly lost. I would take a bullet for Ray but I will never take another bullet for her.