What a beautiful thing it is, to love. Even when you're on the cold ground clutching that blade, given up on life, you hold on. You hold on for them. You relive every sweet moment you've had together and suddenly you're crying again. Because you love them. Because it hurts to be away from them even for a second. So you pack away that blade and roll down your sleeves. You tell yourself "a little longer. Just hold on for one more day" and the next day comes. And the next, and then the next. Slowly things start getting better everyday and that day arrives. Just you two, no obstacles, no one telling you how to live your life. You have a warm and tight embrace, making up for all of the days that you couldn't.
And then you kiss her. Your first kiss. Her cheeks go red and her pupils dilate as she stares in shock, before kissing you back deeper. "You're my universe" you say to her, placing a kiss on her warm lips after every word. "Well, you're my everything baby." You start crying, because she's there, right next to you. This day finally came. And nothing can compare to the happiness you feel in that moment, nothing.
Cut to a few years later, in the hospital. You're having your first kid. Doubting your abilities as a father. Before going into the room, she assures you "you're going to be a better father than your dad was to you. That's the one thing i'm sure of."
