π The Story
She fell for someone who didnβt love her back. She cried, and cried, and cried some more β because she was stupid (our little joke). Every tear felt like a wave, and she kept drowning.
But then we met. I saw her beautiful, broken heart and I knew I had to guide her. Day by day, I reminded her of her worth. I showed her that her tears were not weakness β they were proof of her huge, beautiful heart.
She is 10/10 β not just on the outside, but in every way that matters. Her body? Perfect. Her face? Flawless. She has this look that could stop time. But you know what's even more beautiful? Her soul.
And her brother? He's shit at chess. I will kick his ass when we play. Not just win β I will destroy him. π€
π I'm So Proud of Her
Every single day, she tries. She falls, she gets up. She stumbles, she runs. She is healing β and that takes guts.
I'm proud of the way she keeps going. I'm proud of the way she smiles now. I'm proud of her. Always.
From your 10/10 male best friend π