Each slap, each kick, each punch, each pull, each push, each insult.

They were all worth it.

Why?

Because I loved him.

I loved him no matter what. No matter how angry he was, no matter how dark his eyes got.

He was still perfect. Perfect to me.

Being perfect is having no flaws.

Except when you're in love. The the other is perfect because you learned to see his imperfections as qualities.

Anyhow, that's what I did. And even though other would say it was a mistake, I still believed it was right.

That he was right.

Right for me.

Because even if it was just for a minute, when he tenderly cupped my bruised cheek and sweetly kissed me, I could forget everything. Forgive anything.

I was sure he didn't mean hurting me.

Like I said, he was too perfect for that.

How could an angel harm a defenceless human being?

I'm sure he didn't mean killing me.

Heck, he was too good for that.

Maybe the angel needed company?

But, why is the angel's face painted with shock?

I don't know.

The only thing I know is that each slap, each kick, each punch, each pull, each push, each insult were worth it.

Why?

Because I loved him.

C.♥