I had nothing when I found her. No roof. No patch. No name that meant anything to anyone. I was just a man clawing his way out of the dark. She didn’t see a lost cause. She saw me. Loved me.
But I had wounds even she couldn’t heal. So, I pushed her away. Two years had come and gone. I was no longer the broken guy with nothing. I’d faced my fears and earned my patch.
I had everything I wanted. Except her. I’d fought for a place I could call home. Now, I would fight for her. No matter what the cost. Some people only get one chance at love. I’m praying for a second.
