She smiled.
Maybe for the first time in forever. An honest smile. In as long as she can remember.
Because He said something.
He's Her reason.
He's Her love.
And maybe, She's His.
His reason.
His love.
He smiles around Her, and always Her. He wants to be near Her.
To hug Her.
To smile with Her.
And He knows that She's broken. And He doesn't care. He wants to fix Her, or at least try.
Something She's never known before: someone to help Her. Someone who wants to.
And She, well, She'll allow him to. Because She loves Him. With All That She Is. And that's enough for them.
Because He loves Her with all that He is.
