You put your pride to rest.
Bury it, get rid of it.
You'll no longer be needing it.

Then you gently, lay your hands on their heart, like a whisper in the wind.
When you reach their soul stop briefly so you may find all the empty holes and painted walls of pain and broken devastation.
Then,
Love them with everything you've got so that your love may replace all the empty crevices with beautiful red roses blooming, filling, replacing all the empty darkness that once was.
That way their past pain becomes a distant memory, a white scar of what once nearly killed now is but only a scar.