The girl who,
After everything you put her through,
Pain, rejection, embarrassment.
The way you made her feel,
Inadequate, insecure, incompetent.
Cared for you, loved you, prayed for you,
Fought battles for you;
Battles you’ll never even know about.
And asked for nothing in return.
That’s the girl you chose to hurt.
That’s the girl whose tears you didn’t mind prompting.
**”HER” (or “HIM”) for the “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” team. For those who held on too long and for those who fought battles for people who didn’t appreciate them. For the broken, for the healing, for the ones who are learning. For him, for her, for us.