PruHun: Beautifulthe story of an idiot and his loveMore Like This
He thinks she’s beautiful.
No. She is beautiful
That’s the reason Gilbert is standing on a ladder precariously perched on the windowsill, watching her. It is midafternoon (the metal of the ladder rungs is almost too hot to touch) and she’s just doing some paperwork, but the sun streaming through the window illuminates her figure and just makes everything shine. Her hair catches the sunlight, turning gold, and her eyes squint to see the tiny print better.
And now she’s turning her head towards the window, sunshine making her face glow. She walks towards the window an
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that