and yes, it might be true. you can't heal another human. you can't rid them of their demons or of their past. but you could sit with them while they're breaking apart. you could keep them a little company when they feel most alone. you could take the time to listen to them. to try to put yourself in their shoes and understand. yes, of course, it is true. I can't make you happy. I can't wash away what's in your heart. what's been ticking within your mind. what's been eating you alive. no. but I could be there for you. I could love you and I could go through the fire with you... so you don't have to walk alone. you don't have to think no one is out there anymore. you don't have to pretend or try to be someone else because it hurts. no. you don't have to. not anymore and it doesn't have to be like this either. so yes, I can't heal you. I can't promise you infinite laughter and I can't promise you the stars... but hell, I can sure fucking try. I can sure fucking put my heart in—all of it, too. and I can be real with you. and I can make sure every moment counts. that's all I have. that's all I feel in my heart. I'll save you no matter what, even if they say it can be done.