I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
I could take a selfie when I think I look good and find a million things wrong with my face but I could stare at you forever and analyze every freckle scar and hair on your face and body and not find a single flaw ever.