It's 6.47 in Tuesday evening,
She sits on the corner of her bedroom.
Crying over everything.
Hugging her knees really tight, hiding her face in her knees.
Thinking,
"why does this happen to me? why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Her tiny sobs were the only sound that can be heard.
She was too focus on crying her eyes out.
She didn't realize someone has gotten into the same room, kneeling in front of her.
He stroked her soft black hair, touching her head lightly.
She jumped a bit, pushing her head up, looking at him...
They stared at each other face.
He was looking at her face, that has tears streaming down like waterfall.
And she, she was looking at him, that was looking at her.
His hand reaching out to her face.
His thumb wiping her tears away.
Another hand holding her bruised wrist... from the cuts.
His thumb doing a small circle on her wrist,
grazing the cuts.
He kissed her forehead, lingering there for a while.
He pulled away to stare at her dark brown eyes,
intertwining their hands,
and said...
"You aren't worthless.
You aren't unwanted.
You are loved.
You are wanted.
You are beautiful.
You are clever girl.
You are so strong to be here.
You are wanted because I want you.
You are loved because I love you.
I want to be with you in every situation, in every moment.
I want to be with you for the rest of your life.
I want to show to you, that you deserve to be happy.
I will make you happy."
