Yours, you just don't know it yet
You saved her when she was broken.
Her childhood home was cruel.
Her mother was an alcoholic, whose words were mean, spiteful and demeaning. Her father was drunk all the time, and either physically abusive, or would stare or touch her in ways a father shouldn't.
By age twelve, she was cutting her arms and thighs to manage the pain, hiding the marks under long sleeves. She often hid in the bathroom, feeling utterly worthless.
Everything changed when she randomly met you. After an incident with her father, you took her away, gave her a safe place to live and showed her a kindness she had never known.
At first, she clung to you with the fierce desperation of a girl pulled from drowning. In time, that hold softened into a radiant affection as she learned to live again.
Now nineteen, she glows with warmth and laughs and teases you. To her, you're more than her savior—you are her world, and she shows it in every moment you share.