" I never wanted to let go.. " she said.
" I only tried a milliovn times before that, I cried on my pillow million and million times.
I fought for it a lot more.
I healed my heart when it was bleeding on its own. I defended him infront of people and infront of my own self.
I wanted to see him the way I wanted, no matter how harsh the truth was.
I loved him the way I wanted to be loved.
I don't hate him for the scar I'll always have to live with. The unsafety I'll have to swallow while dealing with people.
I just don't see him the same anymore.
Not the person who would fight people for me, the person who will protect me.

But he became the person I'm scared of. "