Nothing is more breathtaking than a man who knows the salty taste of his own tears. A man who owns his mistakes as if they’re tattooed on his bones with holy ink. A year ago, I didn’t believe he was my soul mate. But the man standing before me with a broken heart and imperfect love in his eyes? He fits disturbingly, achingly, perfectly in my soul. And I’m in his. He never let me go.
