Ananda

I am a beautiful, crazy mess of a person. And you, you are a dream, a dream come true and I am afraid I’m gonna wake up. You are the stars and the flicker of a flame, the waves of the sea, and the feeling of kissing you that I do not yet know.

When I hear the word beautiful I do not think of you, because that would not be fair on you—you are far more than beautiful. Your being transcends what I thought was possible. For a single person to have so much heart and kindness is something to be admired, and something to be feared.

I know perfection doesn’t exist, but you are as close as we can get to it. Your laugh is what gives angels their wings. And while I’m afraid of falling because I always get broken, this time, falling is flying and breaking is you fixing me. ♦