I love broken people. I love their experiences, their pains, their struggles, and pretty much everything about them. They would tell me their stories like it is the most typical thing in the world. They may shed a tear or two but they still go on and feel the pain they are feeling as their story goes.
When I see them, and listen to them I don't feel pity, I feel envy. They get to experience something extraordinary that I think no ordinary person can handle. They never choose to give up, instead they fight it, they take all the wounds and move on.
They are the most radiating and most beautiful people I could ever see. I know they know better what life meant than me, and that makes me feel more envious. They sparkle like fireworks in my eyes, shine bright like the sun. They look simply human, beautiful imperfect perfect humans.
