Still so far gone on the girl who cries on the inside and smiles on the out. I’m convinced I’m the only one who can bring her back to being her. And I will. Because I’m her safety. And I’ll be her defense, protect her from anyone who gets in her—in our—zone even if I have to protect her from herself. I don’t care what happens today, tomorrow, next fucking month. In the end, it’s her and me. It has to be.
