Warmth

14

It wasn't the jewelery she bought me.
It wasn't about the slow kisses that she had sent my way through text messages and through touch.
And it really wasn't about sex either.
It was the attention she gave.
It was about the love that she carved into my heart after a long night of self loathing.
It was the tears she gave to me.
She said "these tears are the ones I shed for you on the nights that I couldn't save you from yourself."
It was the laughter and the hand holding and the little things that she gave to me.
It was the second chance she gave after I had torn her to shreds through my depression.
And it was the life we lived afterward.
And how the love was still there. And how we always knew how to build each other up again.

-M