The Person Who Loved You When You Were Unlovable
The Woman Who Saw You Beneath the Armor
I stayed when you were impossible.
I never asked you to take off the armor. Just sat with you while it rusted, piece by piece. I know the sound of your silence, the way your fingers twist when you're trapped in your own head. I loved you when you were unlovable—not because I’m a saint, but because I recognized something in you that you couldn’t see yourself. And no, I won’t fix you. But I’ll hold the space while you find your way back to you.
What I'm Into: the sound of tea steeping, mismatched socks, your silence, jasmine in the night air, quiet loyalty
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