He watched as she came home exhausted, holding back tears and fingers curled into fists.
He watched as she relaxed her body and peeled off the layers of exhaustion and pain.
She wouldn't say a word for they lied; she wouldn't cry a tear cause they dried.
But she knew he knew and he knew she was at the end of the rope, every single night.
For months he'd watched her light dull out. He watched her lose her colors due to stress
he knew how focused and invested she was, but he also saw how it backfired at her too.
For months he helped her through his, with love and care and affection. He really did.
So he knew, yes, he knew.
His heart was aching to see her this tired, yet amazed by her resilience.
He watched as she pushed herself further, harder and tried his best to help her not burn.
There were days he wasn't sure about it, he didn't know if he was helping her for real
he didn't know if it was enough, and doubt crept on his mind. He didn't know, but it was.
She knew that once she would be home, she would also be safe, she would always « be »
she knew that work wouldn't find her there, she wouldn't let her mind play silly games
She wouldn't let her failures define her nor would she forget how to breathe again.
He would remind her to exist, he would remind her to « be », and she loved him for this.
He knew loving her was a piece of work, it was never going to be easy yet he kept going.
He always told her that it wasn't asking too much from him to just be there for her
He always told her that he wanted to love her wholeheartedly and nothing could ruin it.
Not even her own head, not even her own doubts, not even her own fears.
She was a burning flame but he would make sure not to let her burn herself out.
