I've learned to fall in love with everything about a person. there were never a moment in time were i thought of her as imperfect.
she was my entire heart, my living, my walking happiness. there was nothing about her that would ever turn me away; the freckles placed across her skin. the light of her eyes. the perfect heart shape her lips formed, and the fact that she never smiled.
i fell in love with absolutely everything about her. the way she spoke, her mannerisms and her inability to be nice to anyone but me.
all of her insecuritys was what i seemed to love the most about her. her teeth, her nose, her hight. everything about her was more than perfect.
and maybe i was obsessed. maybe i was blinded my love. But i didn't care. i needed her. but more that anything i craved her.
as if she were my own personal drug.
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Writers block
ŞiirSlowly picking up the pieces of my heart that you left behind just to find another to heal.