He remembered the first time he saw her. He knew who she was. He knew what she had done. He knew where she'd been. He knew with whom. He knew her fears. He wanted to hear about her hopes. He wanted to make her dreams come true. He wanted her to be unafraid. He knew where she thought she fell short. He saw so much more in her than that. He wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. He didn't wince at her words. He didn't cower when she screamed. He didn't shout back. He didn't walk away when she cried. He didn't care about the smeared eyeliner, the dirty tissue, the stuttering, the mess, the mistakes. (Did she know how she made him smile, how she made him laugh? Did she know all the crazy, crazy things his heart did around her, for her?) He didn't play games. He didn't keep score. He didn't wish for more. He didn't wish for less. He didn't regret. He didn't give in when she threatened. He didn't give up when she did.
He didn't turn around when she dared him to go.
She was running away. She told him to f*ck off. She told him she didn't care, that she never did. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to push him so far over the edge that she could say, "I told you so." She was with somebody. She was with somebody else. She was with anybody who could make her forget.
He didn't turn around. He didn't walk away. He told her he would fight for her - not because it was the right thing to do, not because that's what she wanted, not because he saw it in movie, not because he didn't have a choice, not because there weren't others, not because it was a habit, not because she was a last resort, not because it was a game, not because he was a pawn, an idiot, a toy, a fool, not because he was weak.
He will fight. Because He loved her. Because He still does. Because she is worth it.
He didn't turn around when she dared him to go.
She was running away. She told him to f*ck off. She told him she didn't care, that she never did. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to push him so far over the edge that she could say, "I told you so." She was with somebody. She was with somebody else. She was with anybody who could make her forget.
He didn't turn around. He didn't walk away. He told her he would fight for her - not because it was the right thing to do, not because that's what she wanted, not because he saw it in movie, not because he didn't have a choice, not because there weren't others, not because it was a habit, not because she was a last resort, not because it was a game, not because he was a pawn, an idiot, a toy, a fool, not because he was weak.
He will fight. Because He loved her. Because He still does. Because she is worth it.
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