He wanted nothing else but for her to be happy, even if that meant letting her go, if that's what she wanted. Next to that, if possible, he wished to create happiness with her.
He saw a sadness in her that he identified with, and found great satisfaction in providing her protection and comfort. He wanted to heal her, but may have first done harm that he greatly regretted.
He was fascinated with everything about her. She was complex: feminine and sweet and intelligent and creative and empathetic and compassionate and generous and cunning and alluring and unabashedly fun. She wasn't standard society fit, just as he also was not. Her song, her life vibration; it was melody to his soul ears and harmonious with his spirit. She was his best friend.
He accepted and appreciated her for exactly who she was. She was the one person who could never hurt him, ever. No matter what she did, he always loved her and accepted her as-is.
In a life full of burns and scars and betrayal and abandonment, she was a bright star to him. She made him happy. And she knew exactly how to.
They liked to talk news and politics and philosophy and metaphysics and spirituality together; to visit coffee shops and try a variety of foods and regional events together; to travel together; build a family, a future together; and dream together.
They were going to tour the stars together.
He wasn't quite sure what happened. His head was still reeling, ringing, concussed. There were stories. None of them quite made sense. They were force Fed to him anyway.
His heart was still squeezed dry like a raisin scorched in the parched summer heat from everything that had transpired, but he was desperately trying to pump life back into it. He would be damned if he allowed the people who detonated his life to fill the vacuum they created with the structures they wanted.
He still wanted her--the whole, real, complete her--despite everything, if she honestly, sincerely, wanted him too.
He wanted nothing else but for her to be happy, even if that meant letting her go, if that's what she wanted. Next to that, if possible, he wished to create happiness with her.
If he couldn't, if she wouldn't, then maybe someone else out there could look deep within his soul, and see what magic could be conjured, what spells there were waiting, and could appreciate him for exactly who he was, and want to make worlds together.
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