"I love you," he said, cupping her face with his hands.
She blushed and smiled weakly, "How can you love me with all my flaws, all my imperfections?"
He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her right ear, "That's exactly how. I fell in love with your imperfections, your scars, your stretch marks, your feckles- everything you hate about yourself, I love."
She turned away. He had been so honest with her but her heart had been broken, beaten, stomped upon one too many times.
"Thank you for loving me," she whispered before running away into the darkness that surrounded her.
He'd tried. He really had but she was still broken. Deep down, he wanted to fix that but there were too many stray pieces of her heart to be picked up by him alone.
