Learning To Love

Perfect.
That’s what Hazel thought of Harry. She didn’t understand why people thought otherwise. When she looked at him all she could see was his smooth skin, with the occasional beauty spot covering parts of his skin. His eyes were always that shade that she longed to look at, but were surrounded by deep circles, but that’s what she liked about him. The way someone could be broken, yet still have the ability to love. But she couldn’t love; she couldn’t force herself to love the gloomy circles that rested under his eyes, no. She couldn’t love the fact that he could love although he had been pushed to his extreme limits. In fact she couldn’t love at all, not with the fear of being heart broken. Not again.
Perfect.
Perfect is the word Harry would use to describe Hazel.
The fact that one day he would change her, and teach her to love again.