Looking at him from afar is always making me question if I deserve someone like him. I give him pain. But he's still with me.
Seeing how his hair dances along the wind and his smile filled with joy make my heart feel so warm. He looks so perfect not only from the outside but also inside. I can't help but recall everything that happened between us. How do those tears turn into laughter of bliss? How those doubt ends up being our motivation?
"Baby," I giggled as he runs towards me and hugged my waist tightly not wanting to let me go.
I place my head on his broad chest. Where I can hear my favorite song. His heartbeat. It's racing. Even though I could hear the sounds of waves from near us his heartbeat will be always my lullaby.
I felt his lips kiss the top of my head and start humming. "I love you, Baby," he whispered.
I sighs contentedly. "Me too, baby. I love you so much." I answered back. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to the very beginning of how everything started for us.
How those what-ifs and doubts just vanished because we choose not to be perfect.
This society is cruel. People are cruel everyone is looking for PERFECT without knowing what really it is. My eyes shifted to his wrist where I found the most beautiful art at the same time the most deeply meaningful meaning of life.
BINABASA MO ANG
PERFECT
Ficção AdolescenteKryp Griandell Perell is a third-year Psychology student. He was known for being one of the top students in their department and being called the "Perfect boyfriend" to his girlfriend Pree they are known for being the "perfect couple." But that titl...
