The moon glowed like a silver river and rained on the city with showers of tranquil moonlight with stars shaping diamonds into the charcoal sky. Whilst everyone counted their flaws, the moon lit up the beauty in their perfectly cratered skins.

Starlight filled their irises as they smiled at the happiness slowly dripping down the nights winds while it kissed their cheeks; they never felt more at peace.

"I could never be perfect," he sighed.

"What is it, this time?"

"Nothing. Everything really. I know these imperfections make me who I am but, I don't want them to be all I am made of. I mean look at me, what could I possibly like about myself? My clumsy fingers always slip on opportunities and my tongue stumbles to say what I feel; I am tired of everything. I will never, ever be happy with the bones and flesh that are tattooed with my soul. Nobody will ever love me."

"Learn to love yourself before you expect someone to love you. You think so horribly about yourself like you are just a room of shredded memories but, the truth is you are a castle of strong bricks."

"Come on, you can clearly see a vine of weakness growing right through the cracks in the walls; I am hollow inside."

"Do you know how much your own words would hurt you? More than anyone else's mean words would ever do. I want you to write down five things you love about yourself," she nudged his elbow and handed him a little notebook and a pen.

"I can't write things that I like about myself but, I can things I love about you. I love the way your eyes look like the ocean being kissed by the moonlight, I love how you care so much about me, I adore how you crinkle your nose up when you hear something dumb, I love how you always help me and I love how you try to make me feel better about myself even though I am a complete loser."

"You are not losing at anything; having the crown doesn't always mean winning. Let me tell you- I can name a million things that are beautiful about you. You are bigger than the sorrow corroding your heart; you are the infinite sky, full of hopes taking a flight. Your dreams are fragile but, made of love. I don't even know how you could say such horrible things about yourself."

"You are too sweet, love," he shook his head.

"No, you are too good to be described in words. Your heartstrings strum music and your eyes illuminate souls. Please don't put yourself down," she pleaded.

"Thank you. I will try to work on that."