He was flawless. He was flawless with his little imperfections, like the faint scar on his left cheek from his childhood, his messy hair in the mornings, blemishes on his skin, things people would consider as 'flaws that ruins one's image'. For me, these were even more reasons to love him, as if they were not many. This little, insignificant details were what actually made him beautiful, made him unique, like a poem. Poems are not written to be 'perfect', they are written to make you feel something and they are all beautiful on their own. They were created to make someone feel love, rage, fear, joy and so many emotions that we can't put into words. He made me feel all of them. And the most important reason I loved him? Because he is 'him'. He is human and he is not afraid to show he is one.