#7

"I'm a mess. You won't want me. I'm too broken, and you won't be able to fix me," I said nonchalantly, clearly tired of repeating the same thing over and over in my head for the past half of my life.

He just stood there, observing me, before he took my hand and held it close to his lips. His warmth immediately radiated from his palms to my cold heart and to the root of my misery.

"I'm not here to fix you. That's your job if you think that there's something wrong with you. I'm not here to change you. I'm here to love you."