📝 FIGHT WITH YOU. . . There was a time when you came to me and finally let your guards down. I saw resignation on your face. You were ready then to see me walking away from your life. At that point, you were already giving up the fight.
You wouldn't even look straight to my eyes. I saw tears clouding up, trying to run down on the most beautiful parts of your face. You were already breaking, words were getting hard to discern. I held your hand as you decided to confess it. That darkness. That pain. That secret.
So you let it out finally.
Then slowly, you let go of my hand. You couldn't speak but I knew you were drowning. You asked me to walk away because you said you were ready to let go.
But there was no letting go.
It hurt me too. Something inside of me shattered. But then I looked at you and reminded myself why I loved you in the first place. I knew that I had to choose. The pain of accepting your darkest side or the misery of not having you at all in my life.
You are more important to me than all the pain. More important than all the hurtful things you suffered from. More important than all the bad things you think you'll go through.
So I still chose you.
Because even if it'll hurt, I know it will, I'll still fight with you. I will always choose you.