I learned to love broken things because of you

To the broken man,

I got attracted at the best version of you.

On how beautiful your smile is, a little curve that sums up my day. The sweet sound of your voice specially every time you sing a song for me. Those brown irises that seems to peek at the broken parts of my heart. Those lips that give me wonderful sensations like it's always the first time that it touched mine. Your hands that hold me in different intensities, from gentle and warm into passionate and burning.

I'm charmed at how talented you are, how you can do things with magic. You put every effort and persevere to achieve the things that you want, to reach your dreams. I admire your kindness, your pure intentions are and the way you think of others more than yourself. I like your strength and bravery to face every challenge that comes on your path, to fight for your beliefs and stand on your ground of principles.

But I fell in love to the worst version of yourself.

When I saw that smile fade and be replaced by tears. That moment, I promised to myself that I'll be with you in every second that you're in pain, in every minute that you're hurting. I don't just want to be your crying shoulder but your home where you feel so safe, vulnerable and fragile. My heartbeats became in chaos when I heard that ear-splitting scream you made on those nights that panic attacks you. And I realized that I want to shout with you until both of our throats became raspy. Until we can't even utter a single word to voice out our frustrations to the world. I lost my breath at the depths of your eyes when I saw the misery in them, the shadows that lurk beneath it. I cried by your side till midnight, I'll assure you that I'm willing to shed every tear I can with you as those anxieties eat you up until 3 am.

I fell for you when you accepted your defeats and gladly acknowledged your loss because you know you can't be good in everything. But still, you rise up and didn't falter and never did I saw that iron-will crumble into dust. I love your demons, that bad side of yours that you always have a battle with. I saw you tame and chain them with the light you always held on to. And most of all, you bewitched me when you let me see your cowardice. When I caught a glimpse of those fear in your eyes, when you're finally fucked up and tired of living. When you doubted everything that you fought for and believed in. And that made me want to be your savior, your haven.

Of all the reasons I have stated above, I still can't justify how I fell in love with the most wonderful broken man like you.