She made him feel purer. He felt urged to change his lifestyle. Behind him were a bunch of women, but many of them were dirty.
A long time ago he was in this desperate club. There were people who were drowning, and nobody gave them a straw. Any woman was welcomed to his arms. It doesn't matter if she was old, poor, ugly, stupid, or mean, she was a woman gender and all this mattered.
That relationships were a field of damage for him. His friends, family, watched over him like he has a plague. Nobody liked to socialize with him at his workplace because his reputation was not good.
One day she came. She was distanced, but without any judgment. She knew how is to feel isolated, so she accepted him as a man.
He recovered to her his wonderful soul. His loyalty, kindness, well-mannered behavior was not just a mask. It was a skin he recovered only for her because she stood on his side. She defended him in front of the judgmental crowd.
These women were hungry for love and they craved for him, but they had nothing to offer. When he rejected them they became vindictive. They are giving him a hard time. He was a playboy, but he felt trapped in his cage.
She was just there to give him a hand and a reason for living. He made her stronger. Many times she felt alone like nobody cared for her. Even the closest one was busy, tired of life and she was not on their priority list. He was there to see her ugliest edition, trails on her soul, tears on her face, and rage in her eyes.
She accepted his hand without many words. He was here and it was the only proof she needed.
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