|Hi! I'm Caro from Mexico and I'm an architect; crazy, funny, happy, book lover, enthusiastic, person.|
The first time I ever walked into her bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, hungover, And apologized about the mess. She thought I was turned off because I did not respond. Because all I could think about was the way the light from her window hit the side of her face, The way her hair fell over her eyes, the same hair I always pushed away to see them better. The way she looked without makeup, And how she never relied on it for confidence. How she rocked that thrift shop tee because labels were never important to her when it came to clothes- or people.
But what amazed me the most is that she thought the first thing I would see was the mess.
The girl could’ve been sitting in a landfill and still would’ve been the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen."
|I hope you're okay and you think of me as much as I think of you.|