Perfect

She was sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands and legs folded. I went closer to her only to find out that the love of my life was weeping, barely able to breathe. I made her calm without asking her anything as at this point her sanity was more important than her reasons. As she was a bit close to normal and in a position to talk, I asked her what was wrong with her. I knew she was overthinking about the minor spite we had earlier in the morning but who doesn't fight? The way you resolve it matters the most.

Finally, she spoke;

" I feel like I didn't do enough for you. Because you deserve so much more."

I was so overwhelmed by her statement. According to my, no one could love me more than she does. No one could ever fill the voids in my heart and my life. No one would play so many roles in my life apart from being my girlfriend. She always gave me more than I deserved. And yet she felt that I deserved more. What kind of a soul she was, I was just amazed and feeling privileged to have her.

"I don't care if I deserve more or not. I don't need all the extra stuff, and I don't need you to go out of your way."

As I finished speaking, a tear escaped from the corner of my eyes admiring her.

"What do you need then?", she asked.

All I needed was her, definitely. There's no other thing that I'd trade for her. She was my ultimate reward.

"A hug", I finally said.

And there she was, with the prettiest smile on her lips running towards me with her open arms and within no time she just melted in my arms and kissing my shoulder saying that I was just perfect. What a girl she was, not knowing what good she possessed but always saw me as her hero.

SHE WAS PERFECT!

THE MOMENT WAS PERFECT!