If only people believed in you the way he believed.. things would be so much better, wouldn't it?

The pain, the suffering—you were starting to feel numb. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, the depression was eating away at you.

But he's here—in your room, 3 AM, having that warm loving gaze in his eyes in his usual indifferent eyes. He's different, that much is clear. Even when no one believes in you, he does.

You needed him as much as he needed you.