That fear of falling in love. That admiration of people who are so beautiful within themselves.
I walked into the sunlight, it shot sparks of yellow across my face, it screeched at me, it told me to be beautiful.
Sorry, but I don't think it's going to work.
Light swirled around me this time, the smell of fresh morning air, the wind shuddering through the tree's. Everything felt perfect, I'd been avoiding the sun at all costs.
But everything felt perfect.
For a moment, I didn't think perfect would hurt - or bring tears to my eyes.
Perfect isn't what people think it is.