Until this very second, Julius had viewed her as a flower. Sure, she was strong, but she was still delicate. Still able to bloom through adversity, but still a flower. If he could carry her pain or kiss it away, he would. Until he found out a way to do so, he’d provide her comfort. Daysha was teaching him that love was more than the feeling – the butterfly’s, desire, and admiration. Love was support, intimacy, trust, and the ability to pick up where the other lacked. For as long as she needed, he’d be everything he could for her.
