It finally happened for me. For us. This is the type of love they make movies about. They say when you know, you know. And finally I know what they mean. You came into my life so suddenly, and I know the same is true for you. I knew from the beginning how broken you were. But you feel like home nonetheless. You’ve never felt broken to me, but I know deep down that it’s true. The things that happened to you are not easily forgotten. I know that. What I didn’t know is how it would break me to love you. I know it’s not my job to fix you, I know I’m just here to stand by you and support you while you piece yourself back together. I’ve never loved like this, I know your emotional well-being is not my responsibility. But god it hurts to watch you hurt. But I know if I can’t show you that it hurts me. Just like your emotional well-being is not my responsibility, mine is not yours. I can’t tell you how it hurts me to watch you hurt, because I know how hard you’d take that. I just wanna stop going to sleep terrified that when I wake up, you never will.