The first time you see her, your heart stops for a second.
Try not to think about it too much.
The more she lets you in, the more at home you feel.
Just don’t get too hung up on it.
When she tells you about something that hurt her, you feel almost as if a piece of you has died.
You’ll be fine.
You know that she does love you, yes, but it’s not the same.
You know that the garden of her heart will never fully be yours to tend to.
You’re okay with that; you’ve learned not to be possessive.
Besides, you try not to think about it.
