She was broken,
Sad.
She would always cry every night.
Parents, friends.
Everything was not ok.
Then there was Him.
He became her friend.
The care he had for her,
Their little talks
And laughs,
Made them closer.
Best friends.
She needed him as much as he needed her.
They were made for each other.
She felt that.
She felt the love in everything,
The care.
So important to her.
For he did not know,
Little things meant a lot to her.
Their friendship was perfect.
Little fights,
Hours of laugh.
Hours of talk.
They would spend nights together.
Talk about odd things.
She discovered him,
Her bundle of joy.
She confessed all.
Their friendship grew into love.
True love.
He was her hope.
Her joy.
For nothing was more beautiful,
Than the moment he made hope grow in her heart again.
She liked herself a little more,
Was no more scared to be her.
She knew then that he was her all.
The one she could trust,
Tell her fears.
Confidence grew in her,
She felt strong,
Loved.
That love, she will never forget.
That love,
So pure and true,
Helped her out of her despair.
That love brought life in her.
That love made her feel special.
Cherished.
She was sure,
He was the one.
Her One.
