“but it is your imperfections,” he said, his voice soothing rivers and his eyes like a candle lit in dark; but he would not leave ―― for his eyes were like an endless labyrinth and he would never die out. and one would get lost again and again in his eyes for they had this depth that one could not help but get curious about. and once one were to be too far in; there was no way out, not from left nor right but forced to continue stalking down the road of his chocolate eyes. they were like poison, she thought, a beautiful poison, that is. perhaps it was a poison of happiness, she had yet to be sure, but there was a flaw in it all ―― one she was really sure about.
too much happiness could intoxicate, and his eyes, they intoxicated her; left her heart skyrocketing and perhaps that was why she had tried to pull away but stopped altogether for he would not let her go. no ―― he would shower her with words of love and she kept coming back for more and more for she strangely liked it, loved it even.  
“ ―― that i cherish; you set this hurricane inside of me and you would not leave, but you know what?” he was smiling now, his lips curving upward, gracing her eyes and everything around him for there were suddenly blinding lights everywhere. and his eyes ―― they were not candles anymore, no, they wer crystals; gleaming and glowing and sparkling.
“ ―― i don’t mind, in fact i don’t mind at all ―― for i love it and i don’t mind having every tiny piece of you gracing my veins because my love, this ――” his delicate fingers were moving on their own accord and pointing between the two of them, “whatever this is, i’ll make sure that it never burns out, but in the meantime, my love, i’ll love your imperfections and i won’t mind reminding you everyday that you’re important, but most importantly ―― you’re beautiful.” and he wished, wished so badly that he could stuff the empty girl with all the word’s light and make her see, just like he did, how utterly and breathtakingly beautiful she was. no matter her imperfections ―― they just added to her blinding beauty.

“but the thing is,” you were saying then, and i had it all stamped in my brain, in a little file that from time to time, would jump before me; replaying all the events i had tried to erase, again and again and again.
“i feel nothing.” your voice, like i remembered, was so worn out, so -- so void of emotion that for a second i thought that this was our goodbye although knowing you, you’d have never speared me that goodbye, no. for you were selfish, really; you hid the truth between the lines and you knew so very well that i did not like it, when you were saying something but hinting at something else.
and perhaps, if i had to be really honest with you, your flaw got you trashed and stomped on. you always traveled the whole universe in a couple of moments just to get something out.
and i ought have known that that day, was our goodbye -- you were not just gazing into space and stuffing me with your obstacles or your can of worms like you always did when your heart was brimmed to the top and you worried that you’d throw it up, no. you were telling me that you had stopped loving me and how you just woke up one day and said that to me was beyond me, still is.
i mused over it a lot, and i still do, when in the middle of the night, my thoughts are in every corner of what used to be our home but **** you, for i can still not feel the home i felt when you were embracing me in your tight secured arms and **** you. could you just not have done it that way? because even though you loved and you lived for the suspense, you became one hell of a mystery too, darling, and i do not like it one bit. was it so hard for you, to look me in the eyes and just tell me -- be straightforward about it, like a sharp knife piercing through my heart, darling i have stopped loving you.