. . .

We weren't the perfect creation,
We weren't the perfect people,
Yet again, no one is perfect.

People just outlook your flaws and only notice what's good about you.

You noticed me, not for what I was showing the world, but for who I truly was.

A broken girl too afraid to share her feelings,
A broken girl too afraid to reach out to someone,
Too afraid to ask for help.

And so you offered your hand with a smile that painted my blank canvas,
Coloured my grey sky,
Lit up my dark world,
Brought the sun into my rainy days.

When I looked into your eyes,
I saw the galaxy.

And so, I fell in love.

You held me in your arms for eternity,
Never letting me go.

And when you kissed me,
It felt like we were in the centre of the universe.

You became the words on my blank pages,
We wrote our chapters together.

We became a story that neither of us wanted to end.