#ecpie

And myself.

And my family.

And the trampled flowers hidden under weeds in the yard.

And the broken souls hiding behind smiling faces and kind words.

I love every little thing about this world.

Because you showed me that it was okay.

It's okay to love....every thing about you.

And it's okay to love every thing in this world.

Because loving every little thing isn't about feeling like you exist in perfection and that every tiny thing about you embraces every aspect of the word. Perfection exists because of you. Perfection exists inside of you and perfection embraces every little feature you hold. And the same goes for this world, no matter how awful other people can see it and no matter how I once did see it. 

Perfection exists inside and because of this world. Perfection lies in every aspect of this space and time. The word lit up every corner of my heart when you came into my life. You set my soul aflame with the way you said hello and the way you cared about others and how sad you looked when you were by yourself. My soul is turning to ash because your utter perfection is something I can't handle. My soul is weakened by your presence. My soul was an awful sight. My soul was sad until you came and that light in your eyes caused it's leave. I love every single thing about you. I love you now and forever because I can. Because I do. Because my soul has become strong by a love for you. A love completely true. A love that knows no circumstance or limits. It loves you completely in essence of the word that exists inside you. 

And still all these words, I have not properly expressed what my heart and soul and every inch of being feels you are to me and to the rest of the world.

This language was not meant to bring definition to you.

This language, I use to see you smile and hear you laugh so loud, I'm silenced by the sheer sound of you.

I am at a loss of words when asked to explain you.