If someone told me back then, almost almost 6 months ago that I would be so attached, so caring for her, I wouldn't believe. It couldn't be possible, I wasn't able to be fixed. I was supposed to be single and messed up for the rest of my life. I admit at first I didn't think anything of her. She was pretty and she desired me. Why would I say no? And maybe there was ill intent, where I saw myself throwing her away as I have been thrown away once. She is so different from what I knew previously. She easily cries, she's independent, she's rational, she lashes out, so different from what I thought a person in love with me would be. I didn't mind it though. We had big fights, fights I thought would end things but it wouldn't. Slowly I began to believe that maybe she's permanent. And oh, how I pray to the heavens she is. She's everything. She defines me. I need her, I need her to want me. Nothing is the same without her. It really isn't.