Her heart's beating
Like a butterfly's wings
Soso fast
And she's the trainwreck girl
With the sadsad eyes
And the brilliant lips that curve into a smile that's
S t u n n i n g
(but it doesn't shine too often)
.
He's perfection
Well, not quite
In fact
He's almost as flawed as she is
With scars running down his face
Claw marks
Visible signs of the beast within
He feels so u g l y
(but she knows better than that)
.
Theirs isn't a story
Of two screwed up people
Meeting
And falling in l o v e
And living happily ever after
Because they make each other whole.
No
The broken hearts of red haired girls don't mend
(too easily)
And the struggle he faces every month will never end
(not ever)
So they don't heal each other
Because they are both too broken to be fixed
.
And so their whirlwind romance
Isn't the stuff of legend
Because it's goinggoinggone
All d o n e
Each having expected perfection of the other
Each disappointed to see their own flaws
Glaring back
Because they're mirrors, really
He sees in her all the annoying know-it-allness of himself
And she sees in him the need to cling
(a fundamental need for her
In such a big family it's hard to hold on to any one person)
So it doesn't work, of course
All of that it's not you, it's me crap
Although, this time it's true
Even if she and he don't know it
.
And the years pass
S l o w l y
And screwed up people
(like them)
Live screwed up lives
(and so they do)
So neither really changes
Except
Except she's learned to hold things (people) close but not too close
And he's toned down his habit of correcting people
They've both, unconsciously, changed for the better
And they've both grown up
And matured enough to
(maybe)
Fall in love
.
They're at a wedding
(how appropriate)
Lily and Lorcan's wedding
And they're talking
Nothing more,
Just reminiscing
And he's having a good time,
So he asks if the conversation can continue over coffee
Which it does
It continues until coffee the next morning
With her in his blue striped shirt
Nothing more
And him casually flipping pancakes
As he wonders
Why did he ever let her go?
.
Time passes
Now quickly
And she's at his place so often she's taken
To leaving her tooth brush there
(the purple one, left side of the counter)
And he knows her favorite foods and books
And they talk and talk
For hours on end
And then they do more than talk
And then
A funny thing happens
(They start to fall in love)
.
It's spring time,
Flowers are blooming
And the air is scented with the cuttings of fresh grass
It's green and refreshing
And renewing
And she's walking down the aisle
Passed a glowing Lily
And a crying Dom
To Scorpius
.
And maybe they were never perfect
And maybe they weren't meant to be
But don't tell them that,
You see,
Because they are both so happy
And both so flawless
( at least in the other's eyes )