When I found you, you were a broken soul– a shell of a man in fragments and pieces, laid ruin by secrets you’ll never tell. What all those lies and whispered secrets hidden in the dark, did to the tender spirit inside you–I’ll never really know.
I’m no fool to think I’d ever understand, although I tried in those brief moments when I fancied you mine. But you were no one’s–not even your own. And I had no way to fix it, but by love. And when that wasn’t enough, what was left?