How do I even begin to describe your love?
How do I?

That it wasn't the way your hips sashayed when you wore a dress and heels.

That it wasn't the way your curly hair framed your face or the way your lips formed into a pout when you were angry at me.

That it wasn't the way your eyes held mine just before a kiss so passionate , so sincere, so gentle that it made me feel things inside of me I couldn't even begin to explain it.

No, it wasn't all that.

It was the way you pulled me in your arms at night, when my nightmares decided to visit and even though you never knew why I behaved like that- you still loved me for me.

They said that men are not really suppose to show vulnerability but when I placed my heart on my sleeves: you handled it with care, so cautious, like a glass handled with delicacy.

It was the fact that ...even when you saw the ugly side of me, the one I never wanted you to see, the beast in me- you still loved me like Belle loved the Beast.

And when you left me because i couldn't see your worth at that time nor understand your love

I was shattered
I searched for your soul in bodies that didnt have yours
Until i realised that
Your love was real
By then ...it was too late.

Am I really writing this in a male's POV? I really hope I am doing justice 😭😭😭😂😂😂❤