You're beautiful. You may not see it, but every time I look at you, you captivate me like no one else. There's something perfect in every flaw you have. The way you cover your mouth when you laugh because you hate your braces or the way you only smile for a split second before your hard, stone cold, but soft, beautiful face returns to it's solemn look. The way your rough hands rub against mine when you hold them or your strong arms wrap around me too tight.
Yet,every time I tell you, you say I'm wrong; but just like her, you can't see how beautiful your broken heart truly is. I'll see it forever while I try to put your pieces back together. Maybe, it's all just a matter of perspective, but I love the view from where I'm standing.