She wasn’t as perfect as he wanted her to be.
She scrunched her nose when she was thinking
She couldn’t take a compliment
And she hid from the world when she gave even more than she could.
She was broken
But not in a way that most broken bottles lay on sidewalks…
It was more of fragmented pieces of glass colored to match every side of her
She was a mural
A piece that was not easily understood
Not easily digested
Not easily accepted.
She was different
And the world was her catch-22.
But who knew if he could love all of that about her too?
Maybe he did
Maybe you do.