To the girl in the mirror,
Last time I checked, you weren't this pale. I'm not saying I fell out from loving you but I'm worried sick about you. I've fallen in love with your eyes. Not the quirky, jubilant and pearly eyes that every one else praises. But with the red and flaming eyes that look into mine when I'm broken and on the brink of shattering into a zillion pieces. I've fallen in love with your storms, your anxieties and insecurities. I've fallen for your little disatisfactions about everything. I've fallen for the things every body else wants to change in you. I've fallen in love with your demons, with your freckling, uncanny soul. Because I know in times when everybody would be seconds away from despising me, you would be there for me. You won't correct or change me, you'd take me in your arms and whisper to me my purpose. I know it.
And to be very honest, I've not really 'fallen' in your love, darling, I've risen up in it.
From this side of the mirror