He becomes more resigned with each passing day.

I watch as past passion bleeds out of him, he used to care so much about life.

Why have you let the world make you so jaded?

What happened to your sparkling eyes, vivid voice, rippling muscles, bright blood?

I miss all of that.

Of course I miss you loving me but I miss you loving yourself even more.

I miss your happiness. So painfully much.

Is this because of me? Because of the accident?

But I healed! I'm still me! I'm back home! I'm still yours to love... Right?

Am I too scarred now? Too cracked and faulted to love and be loved?

Please allow me to prove you wrong!