Perfection

He was perfect. Sometimes it hurt to look at somebody so perfect. It was effortless and he was humble, like he honestly didn't know. He was romantic, sweet, and cared more for a stranger than himself. He loved harder than any love story ever could depict, and everything about him was perfection. It was almost as if he was an angel, too good to be on our planet. I was me, the broken one, the one who wanted to die, the one who no longer had anyone or anything to live for. Somehow he managed to get inside of my head and somehow he saved me. This isn't a story about me or him, this is a story about us.