You have every right in the world to sad, so be sad.

I would never have fallen in love with you like I have if you hadn’t teetered on the edge of suicide, addiction, depression and painstakingly clawed your way back; becoming entirely more radiant on each return.

I’ll love you anyway, whether you’re here or not.

You make me feel like a child, insignificant and naive; it draws me towards you like a plant in a dark room towards a wedge of light. I crave your approval. You have manipulated me, perhaps without knowing, to lust after your attention. I accept you as you are, and I desire nothing more.

Maybe I only love you because you’re broken. Because in watching you drop the bits and pieces of who you are, I see myself appear in your eyes, in your sad smile. Down here, beautiful things are conceived.