i know it's not my job to fix you. and it's not like i believe you're broken. i don't. but you look like you are. it's as if your soul is shattering slowly behind your eyes, and i can see it. i can hear it in your voice as it wavers on the other line. and i just want to pick up the pieces and put you back together again. i want to hold you in a way that proves i'm staying right here. i want to convince you that i won't run, because during my weakest moments you swore you'd chase me.
but i can't fix what's not broken.
and i don't want to change you.
i love you for exactly who you are. body and soul. words and thoughts. good and bad.
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