Catching Kelce

Imperfect for You

Travis

As I leaned back in my seat, the gentle hum of the jet engines lulling me into a state of relaxation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. The trip to Italy with Dua had been a rollercoaster despite everything we made the best of it.

As I closed my eyes, allowing the rhythmic motion of the plane to carry me away, I could sense Dua's presence beside me. Her soft voice filled the air, a melody of words weaving together to form the lyrics of a song. I listened intently, my heart swelling with emotion as each word resonated with the depth of our connection.

My boy
Come take my hand
Throw your football and your clothes in the back seat
My love
They don't understand
But I'll hold your hurt in the box here beside me

How could we know
We'd rearrange all the cosmos, mmm?
We crashed and we burned
Now I just can't go where you don't go
And usually I'm

Fucked up
Anxious
Too much
But I'll love you like you need me to
Imperfect for you

Messy
Completely
Distressed
But I'm not like that since I met you
Imperfect for you

Let's go tonight
'Cause there's just a few seconds left till tomorrow
We have
All that we need
Let's leave our baggage and wine at the table

Mmm, how could we know
That this was a happy disaster, mmm? (happy disaster)
I'm glad we crashed and burned (we crashed and burned)
I'll never forget when you told me
You said, usually I'm

Fucked up
Anxious
Too much
But I'll love you like you need me to
Imperfect for you"

Messy
Completely
Distressed
But I'm not like that since I met you

Mmm, how could we know
We'd make the bad stuff delightful, mmm?
I'm glad we crashed and burned
I know we'll be there for each other
When we're feeling

Fucked up
Anxious
Too much
But I'll love you like you need me to
Imperfect for you

Messy
Completely
Distressed
But I'm not like that since I met you
Imperfect for you

Fucked up
Anxious
Too much
Like you need me to
Imperfect for you

Messy
Completely
Distressed
Not like that since I met you
Imperfect for you

In that moment, I realized just how deeply Dua's love had touched my soul. Her words were a testament to the bond we shared, a reminder of the beauty and strength that existed between us. And as the melody of her song danced through the air, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the woman who had captured my heart in ways I never thought possible.

With a sense of peace settling over me, I opened my eyes to gaze upon the woman who had become my everything in just a matter of months.

As I watched Dua, her brow furrowed in concentration as she crafted the lyrics to her song, I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration wash over me. She was a vision of beauty, her passion and creativity radiating from every pore. But as she caught my gaze, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her embarrassment.

"You're really talented, you know that?" I murmured, breaking the silence.

She looked up, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Thanks, Travis," she replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It means a lot coming from you."

Without hesitation, I reached out, pulling her gently into my lap as I wrapped my arms around her. She nestled against me, her warmth seeping into my skin, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me. In that moment, with Dua cradled in my arms, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us in our own little world.

I tightened my embrace around her, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "I mean it," I insisted, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You have a gift, Dua."

Her smile widened, and she leaned into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "I'm glad you think so." She said.

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft scratching of Dua's pen against the paper. And as I held her close, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of quiet intimacy, knowing the storm that was about to happen. 

I've been thinking a lot during this trip, trying to figure out what's best for Dua. She deserves to be able to pursue her passion for music without any obstacles in her way. And right now, being with me might just be the biggest obstacle of all.

I glance over at her again, her features relaxed as she writes. She's been through so much, and yet she's still here, still fighting for her dreams. I admire her strength and determination, but I also know that I can't be the one holding her back.

It's a difficult realization to come to, but I know deep down that breaking up is the right thing to do. Dua deserves to be free to follow her heart, to make her own choices without worrying about how they might affect our relationship.

As the plane continues its journey, I steel myself for the conversation that lies ahead. It won't be easy, but I know that it's necessary for both of our sakes. 

As the gentle hum of the jet engines filled the air, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to succumb to the soothing rhythm of the plane.