I realized that night, when I was holding her in my arms, how perfect she is to me.
All I could hear was the sound of rain hitting our window, the steady breath of hers next to me. I looked at her, my heart pounding out of my chest.
How can they really see how beautiful and kind she is? Do they even notice the light in her eyes? The warmth she shares through her smile? The quirky jokes and that..that laugh that makes me wanna hold her next to me forever?
All they say it's: "Oh, she looks just like a doll!" Boy they are wrong. Indeed she is a doll, but that's because many played with her heart.. For me she is a warrior. Fighting and getting up every time, having the strength to smile and love all over again.
I'll hold her in my arms forever and never let go, protecting her. My little warrior won't have to fight alone anymore. From now on, it's going to be me and her against the whole world.