She told me that he tamed her wild. That her heart had forgotten what it was like to beat faster in the thrill of the moment. That she longed for the days she was a free soul. The days when her heart wasn’t caged. So I gave her my word to preserve the little sense of her that was left inside.
She told me that her heart spoke for her. That he never knew how to listen to the stills of her heart. So I learnt, with great patience and care, the ways of her heart. I learnt to listen to the silence her heart spoke.
She told me that her wounds, her pain devoured her from the inside. That the voices in her head made her all that she never wanted to be. She opened her heart to me, showed me her pain. So I touched and embraced every wound she had. In the midst of her wounds, I found great beauty, an unmatched love that had been numbed by the pain.
She told me that she loved too much. That love was her weakness. But I thought differently. Love, to me, made her strong. Her heart was and will always be her strength.
She told me that she cries a lot. That one day, a river would be named after her. A river of her tears. So I gave my shoulder. It was all hers no matter how dump she’d make it. If her tears would make a river, then I’d be honored to drown in her pain.
She told me that she was afraid. She was afraid of the dark. That the dark brought out all that she never liked. That the dark brought her great sorrow. That the dark would always awaken her demons. So I slept by her side every night, held her close to me and gave her my word to always be her light in the darkness. I gave her my word to always be by her side. She told me that she was afraid that one day, she’d walk out the door and never come back. So I promised myself and her to never give her a reason to leave.
She told me she was willing to fight. She told me that her world was prepared for the wars ahead, but all she needed was my assurance that I wouldn’t give up on our love. So I gave her my word to always be the guardian of her heart, to be the protector of our love.
She told me she hated promises. That promises would be broken. She said that she wanted real, from the heart. So I begged her to allow me make the last promise, not to make any more promises.
She told me she hated games. That she resented them with all her heart. So I kissed her on the lips instead of speaking.
She smiled, I smiled back.