143 days.

I wonder if he keeps track, it's been 143 days since we started dating; 143 days since that subtle night in which we both let our guards down; 143 days since I thought I'd never see him for who he is. But it didn't take me long to realise how wrong and privileged I was, that he'd give me a glimpse of the other side of him, that he'd give me a chance of a lifetime to discover more of him.

143 days was all it took me to realise, he's amazing, he's perfect, he's everything I wanted the one to be, he is more. He's rare. In the late night conversations in which I've told him so much, I wish I've also told him how much I wanted him to be the first I loved, because I know he wouldn't hurt me like the other did.

But he isn't, and I'm broken, unlike him. And he deserves so much, he deserves someone who's like that, someone who's intact, someone's untainted, someone who can love him more than I do, the way he deserves to be loved.

Today, he's my best friend, my lover, my sunshine, and that one person I trust wholeheartedly and will root for unconditionally.

"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because I want to remember every fine line, every detail, etched in my memory always. Because I want to remember the adorable half-smile, the deep-set eyes, the scars, and I want to tell you, this is who I fell in love with." -- The words never spoken.