Ahhh! I’m swooning! 💕
“I can fix him.” I can lay bleeding and weeping in the mud, desperate to spend all my fading strength on the one last hope that might give us another chance .
💕💖😍🤝❣️
“I can fix her.” Wrong, I can provide her with the perfect environment and exact type of enrichment to bring out all her most toxic traits. 💕
“I can fix him.” I can follow him across state lines and let him hold a gun to my head.
“I can fix him.” I can let him remake me however he sees fit.
“I can fix him.” I have already died for him. It is my ghost that haunts him now.
“I can fix him.” I can walk arm in arm with him through the chaos and wreckage.
“I can fix her.” I can help her figure out which broken parts she wants to fix, and which are beautiful the way they are.
“I can fix him.” I can claw my way through hell for him again, and again, and again.