You are loved
Your mind is a beautiful place even when it is sad. If I could plant seeds into the thoughts that overtake your mind and water them with the tears I cry every time I know you're hurting, the most beautiful flowers would grow. You are the kind of person an author would spend years trying to write a book about because they'd want to get every detail correct, in fear of portraying you for less extroidinary than you are. You care more about the thoughts in my head rather than if I sleep in your bed. You taught me that perfection isn't obtainable, it's a state of mind. You taught me that I have to love myself before I can love anyone else. You taught me how to reach a flawless state of mind.