Depression is such a sad thing isn't it? Especially when the person you're in love with someone who can't even love them self.
She remembers seeing him. She remembers being completely consumed in his beauty. She's not the one to believe in love at first sight. But man, she was completely dumbfounded.
Not only did she find him physically attractive, but when she first heard him speak, man the way he perfectly worded every little thing he said amazed her. She found his personality so wonderful and so magical.
However, something was off about him. His eyes. His eyes never had life in them.
His words had so much life in them, you would never think that he was depressed. You'd never think that he was suffering. But those blue eyes, they cried for help.
When he's around others he's smiling, laughing, fooling everyone.
But when he's alone, life consumes him. His thoughts consume him. The way he looks at himself in the mirror, is saddening.
He hates every little thing about himself. He never believes he's good enough for himself. He believes he's worthless, stupid, and pointless.
She loves every little thing. She believes he's more than enough. She believes he's worth it, smart, and meaningful.
All she ever wants now is to show him how beautiful he truly is.
All he ever wants is to be fixed.
