Who wanted a flower that wilted from too much sun or too little water? When you could
have a sturdy tree that holds strong even when the fiercest storm tried to tear it down.
Who wanted to hold someone that smelled cloyingly sweet? When you could have someone in your arms that smelled like the earth and wind itself. Like an open meadow after a rain.
Who wanted someone as fragile as glass? When you had someone who fought with all their heart, always by your side.
Who wanted someone who cared what other's thought of them? When you knew someone who never allowed people's harsh words mold them into someone else.
Who wanted to be with someone who hid their true selves? When you saw someone everyday who never held anything back.
Who wanted someone that wanted you because of who they thought you were? Who only lusted after your looks? That sought after you for how strong you only appeared to be? Who only saw him as a precious object?
When he had found someone who loved him for what he was inside. Who held him at his weakest moments not saying a word because none were needed. Who understood he was human under his stoic ways, understood that he was flawed like everyone else and still didn't give up on him.
Every morning Sasuke would wake holding Naruto's warm body to him and take a moment to thank whatever deity had smiled upon him, he was a lucky man indeed to be loved by someone as pure as him.