I fell in love the day she knew she’d start an orphanage.
..and the day she said that she knows she’s good enough, but doesn’t feel it.
I fell in love when she yelled at me.
When she cried because of me, and also not because of me.
I fell in love—
—because she gave a fuck.
I fell in love when I realized that her struggle is living with a heart that’s abnormal—a heart that’s full.
She has enough love for the both of us and it holds us together because mine breaks every time she looks to her left, and then to her right—
—and then down.