How can you be so damn accurate?
When you choose to love someone who is damaged, you take on the weight of their past, their pain, their guilt.
You must be strong.
You must be patient.
You can stop the bleeding, and help them scar over. But they will always, always be a little broken.
If you can handle that, if you can accept the dents and cracks, if you can get them to trust you, you will never find a better ally than one who is damaged.
Above all else: they know about survival. After all, they are still here wondering if someone like you will ever love them.