
Why she stayed.
He is a storm, and storms devastate, but every time he hurts you you hold your breath and bear the hurricane; repeating to yourself One more chance One more breath just one more, and you’ll fix him Until one day you can’t hold your breath anymore, and you are half a stormy evening, one tear stained night, two minutes and five secondsaway from breaking down And you realize, you cannot fix anyone, not until you fix yourself.
~ Nikita Gill