My love for him is that of a woman who has experienced the suffering of life and has come out stronger, forged into unbreakable steel. A woman who understands that she doesn’t need a man by her side to complete the picture of who she is but chooses to want him there. My love for him is with the knowledge that heroes aren’t shiny, golden-haired, perfect gods. They’re men. Scarred, battered, wounded men with feet of clay…and hearts of the purest, most precious gold.
