The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

Hopeless Babbling from My Mind.

4.59 am
I can't choose one specific thing. I think that's what I love most about him. The way everything so imperfectly comes together to form a perfect human being. I can call him mine now. He's a small flower in a garden of others. I think he wants to be the sweetness of a rose, or the look of a tulip, but I like him the way he is. I picked, and I delicately hold him between my fingertips, not letting him touch the roughness of my palms. How beautiful, vibrant petals that are softer than air. I can kiss the pale edges gently.
My lovely.