i see him and my heart races. i see her and my heart breaks. both of them with enchanting, charming and soft piercing eyes (his are green, hers are blue), with similar fair skin and similar hair color (his is more bown-ish, she's naturally blonde).
both are the most beautiful people i've ever met.
and then there's me. and there's nothing interesting about me; just an emotionally unstable, negative and changing teenager. even my eye color shifts from brown to a softer green-ish color depending on the day. and the sun. and many other things that make them another of my perfect imperfections.
the last time i saw them together was at a funeral. and in the middle of all those chaotic vibes, they still managed to look perfect together. the perfect couple, formed by perfect people. i can still see the image, just as if i was looking at it now: two perfect ex-lovers, perfectly side by side, perfectly ignoring each other and looking at the opposite side, with perfect serious faces. if he gave me the smallest part of the feelings he had for her, i'd be forever consecrated.
i always choose to believe that nothing's real and that everything's just relative. wounds, feelings, words, thoughts.
even perfection
(just not when it comes to me).
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