No man was deserving of a woman like you. And certainly not Will. You were a divine being and a was a mere human, a mistake in his eyes. From the way your laugh lit up whatever room you were in —to the smile that brung joy to others. Despite how much of a crazy man he was, you were like a stick in the mud for him. You were his rock, always holding him down through tremendous pain. When he spiraled in his fits of insanity, you kept him grounded and safe minded—moving him away from the chaos hurricane.

The breadth of his appreciation of you was immeasurable. He couldn’t even tell you why the heavens bestowed you upon him. He felt unworthy to even be in your vicinity. Someday, he would catch himself watching you when your focus was on something else—a pain in his chest while he hoped you weren’t borrowed time for him.

He felt loved yet unfit to be the one to see you first in the morning, looking beautifully disheveled. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, making a clear view of the face he loves so much. “Good morning, my love.” He whispers only for him to hear.