I think that if you let me, I’d treat you like the sky. I’d join up all your insecurities, bundle all your flaws into a new constellation, and search for it endlessly. I know you don’t see yourself the way I see you and you still argue when I call you beautiful. But all the things you can’t stand about yourself are all the things I can’t go a day without. I think if you let me, I’d build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.
