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one.     When she cries herself to sleep     six out of seven nights a week you must     say nothing. You must simply take     her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,     pale cheeks and wait for her to     slumber at the sound of your heart. two.     On the days where she wishes she     were part of the stars, tell her     no. Tell her that there are too many     lights in the sky and that just one     would be forgotten the moment you looked     away from it. Tell her that she is perfect     the way she is: completely human. three.      Don't let her think about the scars      that no one but her can see. If she      says "I think I'm broken" smile like you      know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."      But do not be the one to fix her - no, she      must be the one to do it herself, and you      merely are there to quietly encourage her. four.      Read her poetry (even if you are      not a poet), the kind that uses      flowery words and compares girls to      the moon; the kind that you will      rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.      Make her a goddess with eyes like a      wolf's and a smile like a tiger's. five.      Laugh with her the first thing in      the morning and the last thing before      you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns      that you've been thinking of for weeks.      And when she smiles - the type of smile      that could bring you to your knees if      you aren't careful - know that for the      moment, she's yours. She is whole. six.     Love her. Love her like a fish loves     the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love     her in the way that your heart feels like     it's going to burst at any moment every     time it beats. Love her skin and the way     it feels against your own, soft and warm     and utterly flawless. Love her for the way     her voice trembles when she can't keep it     together anymore and love her when she     holds onto you as if you were the only     thing that was keeping her alive. seven.      Love her, because some days she just can't do it herself.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
How To Love a Girl Who Can't Love Herself
one.     When she cries herself to sleep     six out of seven nights a week you must     say nothing. You must simply take     her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,     pale cheeks and wait for her to     slumber at the sound of your heart. two.     On the days where she wishes she     were part of the stars, tell her     no. Tell her that there are too many     lights in the sky and that just one     would be forgotten the moment you looked     away from it. Tell her that she is perfect     the way she is: completely human. three.      Don't let her think about the scars      that no one but her can see. If she      says "I think I'm broken" smile like you      know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."      But do not be the one to fix her - no, she      must be the one to do it herself, and you      merely are there to quietly encourage her. four.      Read her poetry (even if you are      not a poet), the kind that uses      flowery words and compares girls to      the moon; the kind that you will      rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.      Make her a goddess with eyes like a      wolf's and a smile like a tiger's. five.      Laugh with her the first thing in      the morning and the last thing before      you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns      that you've been thinking of for weeks.      And when she smiles - the type of smile      that could bring you to your knees if      you aren't careful - know that for the      moment, she's yours. She is whole. six.     Love her. Love her like a fish loves     the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love     her in the way that your heart feels like     it's going to burst at any moment every     time it beats. Love her skin and the way     it feels against your own, soft and warm     and utterly flawless. Love her for the way     her voice trembles when she can't keep it     together anymore and love her when she     holds onto you as if you were the only     thing that was keeping her alive. seven.      Love her, because some days she just can't do it herself.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
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