"Do you think less of me?" "Why would you even consider that thought?" He sounded offended. "I guess failures make you less of a person." He pulled me into a hug and breathed to my hair. Shushing the chaos that took residence in the crevices of my thoughts. In that moment, failing seemed to be worlds away. He looked at me like I was magic, and maybe I was. Maybe I was too preoccupied highlighting my flaws, and there he was counting all the amazing things that I deny day in and day out. He looked at me like I can do anything, and maybe I actually could. Maybe I could be invincible, because it sure as hell felt like it whenever he smiles at me with the silent words saying "I'm proud of you, always." Maybe I am set for greater things, maybe I am so much more than I give myself credit for, maybe I am meant to be a supernova in the vastness of his galaxy. How could this amazing man hug a ticking bomb as if cradling a new born child? How could he see past the imperfection and still call me beautiful? How could a man like him exist in a world full of doubts and cynicism? And maybe I am actually winning in life despite the failures because I have him.