Too much to be tangled.

I want someone to stare at me like that. I mean, just like that. Knowing that I'm imperfectly beautiful. Knowing that I'm just another girl with flaws. Knowing that sometimes I can't seem to meet the ends he wants me to. Knowing that I'm still learning to reach out just the same. Maybe, he'll be able to understand. Maybe, he'll just sit there and say nothing because he'll be knowing the real me. Maybe, he'll just curve a smile whenever I question him am I good enough. Maybe, he'll dance in the minefield with me. Maybe, he'll sail in the storms with me. Just maybe.

Or maybe, he'll just stare.