I'm a mess but you saw art instead ,you made me feel good about me.
You loved me with every bagge I carried, and was still going to love any other baggage that is going to come along later .
You loved the things I hate about myself,I always over think the little things in my head,you never let me saw that as a problem or judged me.
Instead you were there for me, through my thought process,you helped me process my thoughts,so it won't cloud me.
You showed me there was no imperfection in me,you saw me for me,maybe even more than I can ever comprehend or see myself .
