This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
I see your flaws,
The child in you,
The chores half-done.
I see your cracks,
regrets, fears,
the tears that roll down your cheek.
People see you.
They call you perfect,
wonderful, a different breed.
But I see your loudness,
your roughness,
and I love you more for it.
Even knowing everything
about your imperfections,
You’ll always be my Mr. Wonderful.