I see the beauty in you.
I see the beauty in your pain, in the way you keep trying to push me apart to save me from you.
I see the beauty in your strenght, in your tears. When you claim you can’t keep going, I know how much stronger you are than all of them.
I see the beauty in your mistakes, when you beg for forgiveness, when you realize always a little bit too late.
I see the beauty in your dark soul, in the way you speak, in the way you think, in the way you scream.
I see the beauty in your eyes when something important crosses your mind, or in the way you smile when you can’t wait to show me something.
You say you’re ugly, you say you’re unworthy, you say you are too much or not enough, you think I shouldn’t be in love with you, yet you never want me to go, and you look at me with big eyes, whispering slowly “stay”.
And I always do.
You suffer, yet you’re brave.
You hurt, yet you do your best not to hurt anybody.
You’ve been misstreated, yet you don’t misstreat.
You’ve been deeply pained, yet you cure me.
You’ve been so far, yet you’re always here.
You’ve never felt at home, and yet you’re mine.
Adversity is no match for us anymore.
And you wonder, I know you do, why you keep coming back, why you didn’t go, why you didn’t stay away.
Deep down I’m your home too.
And I know you ask yourself constantly if I was sent to be the love of your life or the one who will finally detroy everything.
But you don’t care. Both scenarios you’d want. Because you know that in both of them I’ll love you, and there’s nothing else you want.
“Yes” you said. “Forever” you repeated. “Always” you whispered. “Why?” you asked.
And I answer;
I, my love, see the beauty in you. Mostly because you don’t.

