Sometimes the most beautiful souls are the most broken.
From the minute I met her, I wanted to offer my protection.
I wanted her to be mine but didn't have anything of value to offer. Just my jaded heart, broken soul, and undying love.
I gave up my pride, my hostility, and my heart to make her happy.
Fuck the consequences, I would've given up anything, even my life, to keep her safe.
Both our lives were soaked in tragedy from day one.
I ignored the people who warned me he was dead inside.
He was as broken as I was.
Together, we'd heal our hearts and stitch together our souls.