He found her at the bottom of a broken dream drowning in an ocean of tears and he stripped his soul bare and fashioned it into a rope and dove down through the raging waves and torrent undertow of her sorrow
he found her barely breathing with blue lips and broken pieces of her fragile heart bleeding through her chest
she was perfectly human with  beautiful flaws and her love was pouring out in storms of loud roars of electricity and silent screams of thunder
yet she was still more alive than dead
but wanting to not have to feel anything at all
he reached out his hand and waited for her to reach back
and she sat there quitely trying to hide all the tears that surrounded them both
and the longer she sat without moving the deeper he felt himself fall
he wanted desperately to fall by her side and hold her close
and tell her she would be ok
but he knew she wasn't ready to be held or comforted or to leave yet
so he waited with his hand outstretched and he would wait until the end of time
not in hopes that when she was ready she would fall too
but because he had already fallen so far that nothing else mattered more than being there for her for whatever she would need and whenever she would need it
and love had never quite felt as beautiful as it did now as it beat wildly for her in his chest