You have always loved her, only her. To you, she was everything; despite the fact that you gave birth to her while in your third year in school, and the boy responsible abandoned you, you still loved her more than you loved yourself.

To be honest, she was the reason you started loving yourself. She and the man who you were rushing home to meet. He had been a light in the darkness, someone who showed you that despite the fact that you have scars showing the number of times you've tried to end your life, you still meant the world to him.

His name was James, the love of your life. When you had first met him, you had been surprised by his ordinariness; he had a slight leg injury and as a result walked with a cane. But that did not matter immediately you looked into his eyes. There you'd seen untold stories that were bubbling to be told, you'd seen his locked up pains and fears, and you knew that you were in love with him.

Five months down the road, and you were engaged to be married. As you pulled into the garage, you wondered how he could have accepted you with the tons of flaws you had, flaws which decorated you like leaves do to trees. You did not deserve him, but you were happy you had him.

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