I pause, taking a deep breath I gaze into the eyes of the one who holds my once lonely heart.
Grasping it firmly into her small but powerful hands.
She focuses on my face.
I exhale.
Feeling release from just a simple glare, I ask myself how could I ever deserve such perfection? I do not.
Living my life where I was always a second choice, never good enough.
It made me question myself every day. Who am I? What have I become? Where do I stand? But none of that matters to her.
Covered in scars that are deeper than the wounds ripped into my heart.
Yet she looks at me like I could do no wrong.
I pull her in and at that very moment I am home. She is my safe haven.
She brings out a part me that I thought had died so long ago.
A part of me that was left to whither away, the good that I buried deep, so deep down.
Somehow she digs it up and pulls it out.
And whispers, "I love you."
