You must know, I am not the one who left scars on your heart. Recall the one
who fled at the sight of your wounds, thinking she could be your cure, only to
retreat when the task grew daunting. She chose the ease of departure over the
courage to stay. But I stand before you, not as a mender seeking to repair, but
as a companion ready to cherish every facet of your being.
I see not flaws but constellations in your eyes, galaxies brimming with
dreams and delicate doubts—those I vow to gently dispel. My love is not a
gamble; it’s a promise to cradle your heart with unwavering tenderness. I will
walk with you through pain, shouldering it alongside you if that’s what you
need.
For me, you are an odyssey, not a quandary to solve. You need only to embrace self-forgiveness, and I will be there, echoing your worth with every sunrise. I understand that with each day, you evolve, and I am committed to discovering the myriad versions of you that time will reveal. You are not a task; you are a journey, a living tapestry, a soul, an entire cosmos. You have stretched the horizons of my mind to the vastness of uncharted stars. When I profess my love, it resonates through my very core. And when I say I am yours, it encompasses all that I am and aspire to be. I am not her, for in my eyes, you are my universe.
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