Thoughts

You

I love you.

You don't realise it but I do.

Everything about you.

Your smile.

Laugh.

Voice.

Eyes.

Hair.

Soul.

Mind.

All the things you do.

All the things you say.

You aren't perfect.

You are perfectly imperfect.

I sit there and think about you.

Think about how you pick yourself apart.

You see all your flaws and are disgusted with them.

Im so sad that you think that because.....

All of the "flaws" you hate about yourself, are what I love about you.

I love that you have flaws.

How would you be you if you didn't?

See.

That is what you are.

You are you.

And I love you.