Warrior Blue

by Kelsey Kingsley

"Because what gives me the right to live? Tell me that, you know-it-all bitch! What gives me the fucking right to go about my miserable fucking life, finding love, finding happiness, finding success in whatever-the-fuck, when he had it all ripped out from under him?”

If I believed in a heaven, I could've been convinced that she'd fallen, an angel with fractured wings.

And now, thanks to him, I am whole again,

"Messy can still be beautiful."

“And what is it you think I am to you?” I asked instead, surprised to find my voice so hushed, I could barely hear it myself. And without hesitation, she answered, “You’re the man I’m meant to love.”