he was real. he lit up her world. he reminded her that light exists within another being. he was kind. he was honest. he was transparent, like a window to her open, broken, forgotten soul. he understood. he calmed her anxious mind. he made her weak in the knees, like something out a fucking rom com. he was gentle and aware and filled her with hope and promise. he helped her dig and dig and dig until she found the most important lesson, buried so deep inside her: she was worth it.
he was one of the good ones.
