I really never expected to enter a serious relationship with the man. Despite an eyepatch and a limp, and a crooked nose, I find him quite handsome. Perhaps it's his personality, and how humble he is. He makes himself seem small, and not wanting to bother others. I'm not that way at all, really. I'll be as loud and rude as I want to get my point across, and I don't really care if I bother someone else. Especially stupid, fifteen year olds who think that drinking whiskey and acting like they could just kill you right then and there, so easily. Those types, I especially don't mind bothering.
I know that you can't fix a person. You can't make them feel better about themselves, or mend wounds that aren't physical. But you can help them, and shower them with love and support. I suppose that's what I'm doing. Everyone knows that the woman who helps heal a man isn't the one who ends up staying in the end, you're just the one who prepares him for his greatest love. I guess I don't mind. Maybe I will heal him, and maybe I'll also be his greatest love.
