His eyes and ears had been stricken by so many encounters with so many tragedies, they’d been left scarred and numb. He was so used to being attacked, neglected, and hated, that he defend himself by default. He wasn’t always like this, she could see it. When they would laugh together, he seemed to forget it all, and he would say things and do things she’d never expect from him. There were these amazing moments where everything about him - his voice, his posture, his eyes - change dramatically. Those were the moments she remembered the most, and those were the things she loved about him. But only minutes later he was back to the way he was. She desperately wished everyone could see him the way she saw him in those rare, beautiful moments. Time had made him better, but he was still broken. She was just hanging around, waiting for the day when his thoughts, his actions, and his feelings matched. She would probably be waiting forever, but it seemed a worthy cause.
