Contradictions

It took a while to actually know her as well as he did, but he was glad he had taken the time to do so. She was beautifully chaotic, a masterpiece of squiggly lines and blurry colour; a painting only a few saw the beauty in. She was…. A mess. A beautiful mess, one he could see himself sitting down to inspect, like a visitor to the Louvre getting to see the Mona Lisa for the first time, trying to see if they saw the smile she was so famously known for. He had originally just thought her to be shy, to be easily flustered and kind, but… he learned that she was so much more than that. She was…. Clumsy, but graceful. Strong, but gentle, bold, but shy. Sweet, but stubborn. He saw her as this beautiful mess of contradictions, ones that made her whole; she wears fire for skin, and but a storm lives in her soul. She has the kindness of a saint, a heart of gold, but a mind like a queen. She was a mess, but so was he. A beautiful mess meets a falling-apart-mess, and somehow, he couldn't see that as anything other than the best contradiction yet.