旖旎; a conversation

do you think i'm pretty?

but you are. you are so pretty, love.

but i've always wanted to be more than that. i want to be a soul, a beautiful one, one that is indestructible even by the sharpest of words. when i say i want to be pretty, i want to be a pretty picture with all the colours filled in, i want to be a bouquet of your favourite flowers and i want to be your smile, because i swear, i've never seen anything prettier that that. 

you're beautiful; oh my god, i wish i could find the right words for it. i wish i could find words big enough to express this perfection that even i can't comprehend. you're my princess and i can't love you because this love, this would kill me it feels like the all the nebulas inside of me are combusting spontaneously, creating stars in the form of you. and i would slip on my sunglasses but i would miss all of it. 

so you love me?

i do. oh my god, i love you. goddammit, i love you so damn much.