She thought she could just leave me. She thought I deserved better. She thought I didn’t want to carry her burden. But she was so wrong.
The moment she stepped into my life, I already carried everything about her. Of course, she didn’t know. And I wouldn’t stop. Never. It would take lots of bullets and knives.
I would do my best to give her everything she wanted. I would even let myself be everything she wanted. But no, not leaving. I didn’t want to step out of her life, forever. That would kill me. No, not instantly. It would torture me.
I couldn’t promise her anything but I would be here for her. If she would just let me. And I would prepare myself for everything.
And, believe it or not, I would be that damn air she needed in order to breathe again.