When he met her in December,
after all those months of words,
he knew she was worth the risk—
the wait, the effort,
the sleepless nights spent
crafting sentences that would calm her storms.
So many had passed her by,
wanting her only for the moment,
never seeing the depth of tomorrow
in her eyes.
But he did.
The first glance, and he knew—
she was still learning how to love
and how to be loved properly.
He wasn't the first to touch her heart,
but he wanted to be the last,
to show her that love, true love,
is always worth the wait.
She, herself, was worth a lifetime
of trying, failing,
and rising again.
