I suppose that’s why I love him
For letting me shed my vulnerability-
Petal by petal,
One at a time,
Than scratching me naked to vulnerability.
For letting me get so close to him,
And not leaving even after seeing the cracks in my soul-
Some out of experience, some out of imagination.
For standing there in my wake,
While watching me trying to fix myself.
For running his fingers through the cracks in my soul,
And gazing lovingly at the sunlight that poured through my broken hinges.
For not just loving me in a way I have never seen,
But for giving me the experience of knowing how to love-
In the purest, most gentle way possible.
– Anonymous
