Awaiting Your Return

She met him when she was seven and he was twenty-seven. He watched her grow up, indulged her mischief, took responsibility for every mess she made, and cherished her like the most precious thing in the world. She once thought that was love. So when he bore the hatred of the whole world, she was willing to stand in front of him, always. But she never knew where he had been during the twenty years before she came along, who he had been with, or what he had gone through.