you are the most interesting human being.

you're so interesting. everything about you is a perfect complexity that i wanted to solve. you're a puzzle. you know those like 2000 piece puzzles. every piece is something you've gone through. which explains the complexity of you. your anatomy is perfect. your "flaws" are perfect. you wouldn't be perfect if you didn't have those flaws. your eyes kill me. maybe the most beautiful thing i've seen in my life, along with your face. there isn't one fucking thing i don't worship about you. i wanted to make you my religion. my goddess. my everything. my all. nothing less than my all. i'd bow down at your feet. kiss them. i'd get on my knees and ask for forgiveness even if there was nothing to forgive. it's just, you're perfect. everything. just. perfect. every centimeter of your body. every hair. every pour. every freckle. the tan line on your feet. your chipped nail polish. your voice. even when it cracks. especially when it cracks. how it comes out of nowhere. your personality. your clothes. your sarcasm. your anger. even your sadness. every word that your lips uttered. even the ones that carried pain to my heart. everything. to me, you are perfect. you should be perfect to everyone. i will never have the pleasure to meet someone as incredible as you are, as interesting, as beautiful, as amazing, as you. i don't want to either.