October 6, 2016

Maybe I Can’t Mend Your Broken Pieces, But I’d Sure Like To Try

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Troy Freyee
Troy Freyee

I know I cannot be your angel.

I do not fly with wings, strong but light and made with feathers. I do not soar above the sky, watching over you, saving you from danger, sending you little reminders that you are loved. I do not get to rescue you, do not get the privilege of overhearing your most intimate prayers.

I am not the quiet voice in your head when you close your eyes, tender and sweet and ready to save you.

I hope you know that if I could save you, I would.

If I could save you, I would have saved you from falling. I would have lifted you when your spirits were down. I would have pulled you from the wreckage of your broken heart and never let you taste that loneliness, thick in the back of your throat like sour honey.

If I could be your angel, I would have made sure to never let you feel like you were facing your demons alone.

But I’m not angel, sweetie. I’m just a woman who loves you.

I know I can’t save you, but I’d sure like to try.

I can’t save you, but I’d like to spend the rest of eternity softening your heart with patience and extra kisses. I promise to show you each corner of the world I’ve explored, and take you back with me, tracing over those towns, your hand in mine.

I will make you laugh, make you let go, make you do hundreds of things you’ve never done before, and help you realize, with every action, that this is what love feels like.

Maybe I can’t save you from your brokenness, but I will do everything I can to make you forget it. Maybe I can’t heal you, but I can show you real love.

It breaks my heart that I can’t be the angel that swoops in and saves you from pain, both past and future. It hurts every day to know that you’ve been in a place of despair before, and you didn’t have someone to tell you that you were strong enough to make it through.

Every day I wish I could rewind and rescue you, show you how it feels when you’re with someone who loves so deeply, who isn’t afraid to be vulnerable and bold with her heart—someone who loves through her imperfection, and loves you until you feel whole.

I know I’m not an angel. And I know I can’t make you feel complete.
But if you let me in, I’d sure like to try. And I promise you, I won’t give up. TC mark

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