It still makes me feel like the luckiest person alive when I think that in all of the people out there, you trusted me enough to show yourself to me when you were at your most vulnerable state.
I love you for it.
For each and every single scar you bear, every tear that slides down your cheek, every broken word that leaves your lips, I love you for every single thing.
You left me in ruins when I found out the truth behind every beautiful, captivating smile that broke upon your face.
Sickness is a curse.
Strangely, lesser for the person who suffers from it, and more for the one who watches the person suffer.
Behind your smiles, you hide a whole other world.
And after finding out, I wanted to be by your side more than ever.
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