Inspire

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There is just a sort of beauty in seeing someone broken. The feeling only gets better when you get the urge to fix that broken someone, even when you know you can't. Being human, we have the choice of choosing whether or not we still want to. Most of the time, when you can't fix it, people would normally give up, just letting the thing stay broken. But there are some people who don't care, and who bother trying to fix them anyway. Even if it doesn't work, even if they have to sacrifice part of their lives just to repair the damage, they do it anyway. It is love in its purest form.

In this, I think of you. In this, I will remember you.

I see the broken pieces of glass in your eyes, the tears that you hold back in an attempt to look strong. I can hear the subtle catches in your voice, invisible to everyone but me. Your attitude, normally open and warm, has turned closed, cold, and distant. In times where you would normally venture out with your friends seeking adventure, you now sit in seclusion, hiding away in the dark, ignoring everything around you.

I've told you, time and time again, of how I wanted to fix you, to help put you back together. And time and time again, you've expressed to me how you don't want me to be brought into the same fate as you, pulled into the same darkness that has engulfed your world. But this is one of those times when one doesn't care for that. This is one of those times when the person risks their emotion, their consciousness, and their mentality to help the one in need. This is where all rational thought is stomped on and thrown out into the streets for someone else to pick up. This is where I don't care.

Love. Love in its purest form. Love, where I do my best to make you smile. It's where I try to make the pain easier to bear. It's when I'm there for you when you have no one else to turn to. It's the way I say "I love you" to you every time you ask for it, over and over again. I will never let it falter, never let it wither and die, like a plucked flower.

I promise with every breath of me that I will do whatever it takes to mend your soul. I won't stop until you're able to wake up alone in the morning and feel like God lit up your world, lighting even the darkest of places. Even if it's fruitless, even if I die getting nowhere, I will never give up on you, and nothing can change that.

And in the end, I hope you'll remember me, too. I hope that, in the end, you'll remember me as the one who tried to fix you, the one who devoted everything to trying to put all your pieces back together. I hope you'll remember me, because it's all that I'm ever going to do for the rest of my life.

And I will never stop loving you.