I won in life. I fell in love with a man
who broke my heart and then rebuilt
it with his own hands.
A man who did not run from what he did.
A man who chose the hard road of repair
over the easy road of walking away.
We aren't perfect. We are just both
willing to do the work that makes a
person worth staying for.
I won in life. I fell in love with a man who broke my
heart and then rebuilt it with his own hands. A man
who didn't run from what he did. A man who
chose the hard road of repair over the easy road of
walking away. We aren't perfect. We are just both
willing to do the work that makes a person worth
staying for.
He owned it without excuses. He sat in the mess
he made and stayed long enough to clean it up. He
learned my triggers, my silences, the way I go
quiet when I'm hurt instead of loud.
We fight, we heal, we talk it out at 1 am when pride
wants us to sleep on it. We apologize first. We
choose each other again on the ordinary days, not
just the romantic ones.
Love isn't finding someone who never hurts you.
It's finding someone who's terrified to lose you, so
they do the work to keep you. That's the win.
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