STOPPED

The day she met you was the day she stopped looking for that razor sitting on the edge of the tub, she stopped wanting that bottle sitting in the medicine cabinet, she stopped thinking about the tall bottle sitting in the right corner of the freezer. The journal sitting under her pillow says it all, the boy she wanted to love her was secretly killing her, till she met you. You stopped a mom from having to say goodbye, a sister from having to grieve, a brother from being traumatized, a friend group from feeling guilty, a family from being destroyed, a girl from ending it all. You stopped her from saying goodbye to the world. You found her in an alley she was never going to get out of, a story that ended with her no longer in the world. You saved a life, yearning for someone to do the same for you. She was the one you found at her worst building her back up into a flower that no one can touch. In the process she became your life, she became the water in the soil, the shimmer in your eye, the missing rib, the lost puzzle piece. You finally found your inner peace, and she finally found her missing heart beat, you both grew and created a beautiful garden of wildflowers. You saved each other without a warning, without even knowing you needed it.

“Falling in love with you was the best thing that had happened to me.”