Dual Perspective
She was especial. Hard to recall, yet easy to perceive. Everything is what she wanted to change about herself. She wanted someone who would give her significance. Not out of pity or sympathy, but someone who is empathetic towards her.
Two souls do not asset each other by accident. They are meant to be, or at least that is what he gripped. He yearned for it to come true, so that he could cure his broken heart. Proceed back to his shining self.
Every time she vouced him and he saw her, she endured him unraveling with his eyes. It was as if he noticed the agony and torment that was closeted underneath. He saw the curiosity in those big balls, doubting the interest in her. Yet, little did she know, she was capable of having that same effect.
Beauty is not complete perfection. Beauty is the result of flaws mixed with excellence. The result which makes up your character. Flaws are a major part of you. Do not hide it, for if you are truly loved, truly awed, you shall be loved for them. Not disowned for them.
A crystal rolled down her cheek. She wiped it off and deemed away. What her heart could not say was said by the eyes. She felt desolation, sorrow, and affliction. She gave up being secure that era and decided to be feeble for sometime. To let it all out, so she could start tomorrow with a new smile.
