You’re Pretty

He said to her, “You’re pretty. The kind of pretty that hurts my heart. You got that look like you’re mean, & you don’t bat your eyes like the other girls do. You don’t speak with your body. You speak with your heart and those little chuckles here and there. The closer we get, the more I discover. You’re mysterious & so guarded. But I like that about you. ‘You’re rough around the edges,’ you say. But that’s what makes you, you. I hope you’re happy because I’m finally undone.”

She laughed, not mockingly. But at the unbelief and absurdity that it took her this long to realize that it was okay be herself. Broken, and perfectly imperfect.”

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