Nobody is ever perfect. At least not in a perfect way.
Everyone has their own story. Beautiful in a way.
A girl can count the number of imperfections she has.
It’s not your place to point them out. Rather nurture her.
Seal those cracks of her tests. In any way.
A guy can never see his Imperfections.
It’s not your place to point them out. Rather nurture him.
Open his eyes, one by one. Step by step.
There is beauty in belonging. Not just to anybody.
Rather to somebody worth the effort.
After all we all want it. To belong.
That feeling of warmth.
Embracing you each moment they cross your mind.
That feeling of peace.
That everything is as it is to be in-between the imperfections.