She was a reckless mind and he was a messy soul, he was the storm that could crush boulders to dust, she was the waves that tickle your feet. He was the lightning of the thunderstorm and she was the echo. Amidst all his terrible nightmares she was like the summer day dream. It was beautiful, that with all their imperfections they became each other’s perfect.
He looked at her like she was the most spectacular thing in the universe, like the most beautiful constellation, the stars of which only he knew existed while she looked at him like he was the most miraculous magic but what she didn’t know was that it was she who was magic to him. He was the butterflies in her stomach and she was the explosion of happiness in his gut.
He was her definition to amazing and she was his definition to beautiful. He was every drop of colour in her paintings and she was the inspiration to every word in his poems. She was the artist and he was her art. He was the writer and she was his masterpiece.
She was like star-dust to him and he was like the walking explosion of every good thing on earth. He was the twinkle in her eye and she was the rattle in his bone. She was his favourite laugh, like the one that make your stomach hurt and your eyes water, he was her favourite smile like the one you conceal between your lips.
Before him she just had a life but with him she was living while for him she was the map of the road he thought he was lost, she was the breath-taking beginning of the life he once wished to live and together they defined paradise for each other.