she wasn’t the usual kind.

she won’t ask you to bring in magic. pull chairs. or even fancy her on dates. she won’t ask you to be the perfect six-packed trophy she’d want as a candy on her arms. she won’t ask you to be any different from what you are, rather she’d want you as it is — with your flaws and your imperfections.

she’s rather impeccably imperfect herself yet the only thing that makes glitter in your dark is how she has learnt to love a love that is different.

she loves for what you are and not the image in your head or hers. she loves the stolen...