(Forget the prompt, I wrote a script)

Rory: “how could you love her? How could you love someone who has hurt you so much before?”

John: “it’s not how could I love her, it’s how could I stop? Her eyes, they are a beautiful ocean blue, the kind that you just want to stare at forever and escape into and her hair- her _hair_ - her golden locks feel so good between my fingers, each strand different from the last - and the way she laughs… the way she smiles…. Her lips look- no- _feel _like even a promise of a kiss fills my soul . She’s… perfect. “

Rory: “but… she’s horrible, she tore you to shreds!”

John: “I know. And that’s why it hurts more. The person I thought was mine, can’t be mine at all. But I can’t stop loving her. I can’t. “