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If I could make it better, I would. 

I would swallow the sun and breathe it straight into your heart if it meant you'd feel warm again. 
I would plant a beautiful garden deep inside your soul if it meant you'd blossom there. 
I would pull myself apart, jagged bone and soft skin if it meant I could find the right pieces to put you back together again. 
I would. Believe me, I would. 

But I can't. 

For I learned time and time again that human beings cannot be saved, or fixed, or grown by others. 
They can only be loved. 

So I will love you, and I will love you well. 

I will love you on days your laughter meets your eyes, and I will love you just as much when it does not. 
I will love you on days when you are full of light, and I will love you just as much when you're weighed down with trouble. 
I will love you through your healing, and I will love you just as much through your hurt. 
I will love you through your peace, and I will love you just as much through your chaos. 
I will love you when you love yourself, and I will love you just as much when you don't. 

What I refuse to do is to fall in love with the idea of who you can be if I were to nip and tuck and patch and sew you into someone else. 
I won't throw a blanket over your baggage to only focus on the prettiest parts of you. 

I refuse to love you in halves. 

So show me where you thrive, and I will love you there. 
Show me where you break, and I will love you there. 
Show me where you hope, and I will love you there. 
Show me where you doubt, and I will love you there. 
Show me where you hide, and I will love you there. 
Show me your open heart, frayed and beating in its decay and in it's growth, and I will love it well.