I held her hand tight, and I wasn't ever letting go. Because for the first time in my whole life, I felt seen by someone. I didn't feel used for my kindness.

No, Ella saw me for more than this. She understands the way my brain works, and my heart beats. She got me. Not Finn, the nice and friendly man. But the little boy trapped inside this grown-up body.

The boy who needs love and reassurance.

With her I felt safe. And for the first time, I felt like I could live and not just survive. Because she was my reason to wake up every morning.

Despite that, I was aware that I could live a hundred lives and never deserve that girl. I was unworthy of her love. But I was too selfish to let her go.

Because she was my savior. My living legend. The love of my life.