She looked at me and it was as though a light went on in her eyes.
"I always knew He'd send someone, sometimes I lost hope, but most of the time I believed he'd send someone...and He did."
Jesus...who was this girl? Who the hell could live through that s**t and still hold onto that kind of hope?
I wanted to cry when the fullness of what she was saying penetrated. I was her hope, maybe an answer to a prayer. How did that s**t work, what was I supposed to do with that?
I'd just seen a beautiful young girl whose beauty cut straight to the heart that first day, she'd seen hope.
Somehow it didn't feel like a burden, it felt like I was the strongest man alive, like I could move mountains. Damn, is this what love did to you? How could something make you feel weak in the knees and strong as
