There had been times where he wished she could see herself though his eyes; he could have shared those visions with her, those memories he’d tucked away from the first time he’d worked up the courage to talk to her in that bar or of the many other times they’d done things together. He wanted to show her the way she lit up when she laughed, or all of the small things she did that made up who she was.
“Well, alright then, the world is missing out on the best parts of you. But what you do with yourself is up to you, love.”