For a thousand times, she repeated again and again. Saying sorry about what happened inside her head. Cause most of the time, she accidentally brought you into this dark room; a place where she hides her insecurities, even when she didn't mean to.
You love her just like her shadow all along. Wherever she stands, beside her is where you stand, accompany her in silence. Loving her as she is, simply without thinking that your love for her is something that weighs you down.
You love her without the "buts" and "what ifs". You love her when her head is all beautiful clear blue skies and even when a hurricane rained down on her head.
Cause you love her and her hurricane too, just like her middle name people attached to.
