Love means that you accept a person with all their failures, stupidities, ugly points and nonetheless, you see perfection in imperfection, itself. In other words, love is beautiful.
But the thing about love, is that it can either make us, or break us - and the worst part is, there is nothing we can do but hope for the best.
And Astrid Winterburn was hoping for the best.
(I wrote this when I was 13 and it's a really strange story I'm sorry)
(short story- #141) 29/06/2014 (teen fiction- #679) 23/06/2014