and slowly he began to realize, he couldn't help but fall in love with her.
not only her laugh, or her face, or how she got lost in music,
but with the scars from battles with herself,
the fact she looked beautiful when she cried,
even if she cried a lot
and the fact that she didn't just wait in lines,
she did them,
and the way she look at him
oh god
he was her air and skies and blood vessels
knowing he was imperfect but she saw him
as stars and not just stars but constellations
galaxies even
he knew was she drowning and
he'd do anything in his power to save her
even if it meant getting twisted in the webs that
she herself spun and intertwined herself into
he didn't mind if he was trapped in them,
in her,
forever.