If you asked me why I loved Mello, I could say it was because he was perfect. I could say that he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. I could say that it was because he was kind, and smart, and funny, and everything good. I could forget that he isn't perfect. Sometimes I do.
Mello isn't perfect. At all. He often yells at me. He's the most temperamental person I have ever met, and is completely ruled by his emotions. Before the accident, he looked like an angel, but now his face and body is so marred with burns that sometimes when I see his scars I cringe in sympathy. He's messy, mean, and sometimes so impossible to live with that I run out of our apartment just to be away from his demands and nagging.
I know I'm not perfect either.
But the fact remains, I love him. So when he asks, "Do you love me?" I reply
"No matter what."
AN: For some reason, these one shot ideas just come to me when I'm trying to sleep. Then I have to go write them down. This one I wrote in the morning when I woke up, after forgetting most of it.