He looked at her, but when he did he saw more than her physical features, he saw all the damage beneath the surface. He saw pain and heartbreak, and...emptiness. Yet he didn't walk away... he didn't leave her when she had that first panic attack and couldn't breathe. He stayed and he held her hand the whole time reminding her it'll be okay. He was there when her life was turned upside down. And he stayed. He told himself everyday how lucky he was.
She looked at him, She saw all the tears as they slowly fell down his face. Instead of yelling saying, "men don't cry." She wiped away the tears that fell from his eyes. Even though she had no clue why he was crying.
That my friends is love...