11 July 2012
You love me when I have messy hair, no make-up & bad skin.
You can't see all the ugly stuff I see, like my fat belly.
You tell me I'm beautiful when I see myself in the mirror & just wanna cry because I feel so ugly & useless.
You've known me since I was 15 years old, you've seen me in my worst shape, when I just wanted to die & had new cuts every other day. It didn't scare you & you never judged me.
How do you explain your love to the most wonderful boy ever? Is it possible?
The One • Opuss № I