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The Love That Continuously Fixes

He watched me break apart and helped me pick the pieces up.
At my lowest point, fragments of myself scattered everywhere. He says each piece is beautiful- I don’t believe it myself but then I look into his eyes and I know he believes it to be true. I know he’s the only person in the world who can still think I’m beautiful when I’m broken,scattered all over this earth and that I know is love.