The way you protected her when others teased her, spoke ill of her, and did not want to be her friend.
It's the way you shut others down when they didn't have a kind word to say. A sharp tongue, a withering glare, these were your greatest weapons. The tools that felt like an extension of your limbs because they were so familiar. You wielded these fiercely
even if what they were saying was true.
Fiercely is how you made sure she knew she was was loved and valued.
Fiercely is how you shielded her from the world, she will never know how many arrows pierced your armor.
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Love Defined
Non-FictionIn our world today we throw around the word "love" quite aimlessly. We believe it to be an emotion, something that we feel on a whim for no rhyme or reason. I don't believe that's true. I believe love is a conscious choice of action. Because we lov...
