Don’t break her; she’s fragile.
She’s been to Hell and back. Sometimes she believes she’s still there.
She’s had her trust broken over and over but still she trusts in everyone she meets; hopefully.
She’s felt the pain of heartbreak more times than such a young girl should.
She’s cried herself to sleep at night, the weight on her shoulders too much to bear any longer.
She’s full of hatred and self-loathing that boils under the surface.
She’s been raped and abused; defiled and ruined by men she shouldn’t have trusted but did.
She’s lost her husband, her best friend, the only father figure in her life.
She’s found herself in a life she didn’t plan; a life she didn’t want. She doesn’t know how.
She’s stuck; trapped; alone; helpless; abandoned; confused; terrified.
She’s not sure that she’ll ever feel better. She’s not sure she’ll ever escape these feelings.
She’s barely holding herself together.
She’ll give everything of herself to you if you’re lucky enough to be her friend.
She’ll trust you with her heart, with her body, with her mind.
She’ll do everything for you; like driving across the country to be with you when you’re sad.
She’ll fall in love with you and adore you.
She’ll treat you like you’re the centre of her universe because the few friends she has are.
She’ll give everything of herself to you and hope you won’t break her.
Please don’t break her; she’s fragile.