There exists a class of person born to fix things, and as they grow into themselves they realize that they cannot let something broken stay broken. They are the kind of people that find a bird with a broken wing, fallen from its mother's nest, they take it home and nurture it, fixing what was once broken only to set it free even after having established a strong bond.
And when it comes to love, it just so happens the most broken people find their way into the lives of these repairers. And they do all they know, they give it their all and fix them, but in doing so they happen to fall deeply and harshly for the once broken, not realizing that they - the broken, are just passing through. They sought to be fixed, to have their hearts mended by someone with a delicate hand, and once repaired, they’re set free, to fly into the arms of another that wouldn't look twice if they had been broken.
On some level they know that all that was required of them was to fix the broken, they know they shouldn't have fallen, but somehow they did. And now she’s gone, and he himself becomes broken. In time his wounds mend themselves and he returns to repairing the broken souls that wander into his life. Setting them free as soon as his healing hands are done, he watches them fly away with distaste, hoping that one day he might see her - the first one he ever did mend - flying back towards him.
That day never comes, and he repairs all he can, setting them free as soon as he is done, one day, however, a broken soul wanders into his workshop, and he spends months working to fix her, expecting her to be gone the minute he is done. What he doesn't anticipate however is her noting the neglected wounds within his own heart, and when the day comes to set her free, she doesn't fly away, instead she stays and gets to work trying to fix him, hoping that just maybe he won’t fly away in pursuit of the soul he once fixed oh so long ago.
