Hold her as she breaks.
Run your fingers over the shards of her heart.
Feel the life escape from the pieces.
Tell her things will look up soon.
Stand by her side as she rediscovers her balance.
Pick her up by her shoulders whenever she crumbles.
Take her bruised hand in yours and help her walk again.
Give her a voice when hers falters.
Fall in love with the way she laughs all over again.
See galaxies in her eyes.
Dream of running your fingers through her hair.
Remember what it feels like to meet her lips.
Say nothing as she finds someone else.
Tell her she deserves the stars.
Keep it to yourself that you want to explore the skies.
Wait for her to come back to you in pieces.
Let her rest her head on your shoulder when the world shuts her out.
Whisper comforting words into her ear instead of the sweet nothings in your head.
Hope that she will learn to love you again.
Hugh Jackman as Gaston in Beauty and the Beast on Broadway
NO ONE STEALS BREAD LIKE GASTON
PAINTS EGGS LIKE GASTON
OR SLICES UP BAD GUYS WITH CLAWS LIKE GASTON
I tried not to reblog this but I couldn’t, not after you just made a Les Miserables, Rise of the Guardians and Wolverine reference.
The great thing about music is it did not save your life
It gave you the strength and will power to save your own life
That’s the beauty of music
This is probably the most important thing I have read in the last 3 years of my life, thank you to whoever posted this.