She adores you, you know. When it was Tuesday night and she fell to pieces before you -- oh, she was a mess, 54 was. She didn't know which side was up. She didn't know how to be comforted or what to do once she was. She could only melt into your arms and pray you knew she loved you.
How do you make her smile again? How do you bring hope to that helpless wreck and make her believe she's worth something beyond Send/Receive and an empty title on the wall of her study?
You love her -- that's how. You love her in spite of her disrespect. You're brave enough to let her cry, to break the cycle, to give grace... one more time. That girl -- she adores you.
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