She was light. In the way she smiled, in the way kindness poured from her soul, and in the way her heart melted. If you ever looked carefully, you could see it in her eyes; a thousand storms but she stood there like the sun with a smile.
I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, I want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.
A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.
