Every time I see her, I can't help myself but tell her she is beautiful.
She just laughs at me.
"I'm not joking." I say, but she still laughs anyway.
"Why?" She asks me in frustration.
"What?" I ask calmly.
"Why, do you bother with me, I am useless and I am messed up. Why me?" She spreads her arms out, almost like she is flying. Or trying to fly.
"Because...because I love you and you are beautiful."
"Stop saying that." She squeezes her lips together. "I am not beautiful, I am nothing."
"Stop with that, you hurt me when you say stuff like that." Now I am frustrated
"James, you can't fix something that is already broken..." And she walks away.
I tell her she is beautiful...
I tell her she is my everything...
Maybe she is right...
You can't fix something that is already broken...