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.