Standing or walking.skipping, hopping or talking he twitches. Cursing at passers-by. People looking in distaste not knowing how agonising his every move can be. His beautiful skin, his porcelain heart. Stunning but easily shattered. His differences intrigued me. Laughing together as he curses his ugly words inappropriately. Simply enjoying our time together.His beautiful Imperfections Empowered me to fall in love with every piece of him. I wouldn’t have him any other way. Judgement couldn’t change my feelings. Stares couldn’t scare me away. As his neck begins to ache from the nerves that brought him to tic I place my hand on his neck, pushing our foreheads together. To remind him that he is safe to be himself around me. Don’t hold it in, let it out. I love you for who you are. You are more than your disability. He let out his ugly words as I let out a smile. You are my world. The pain he has been through evidently shown in the tears that slowly unfolded across his cheeks. I wiped them away with a caring hand. The type of love he had never been subjected to before. Yes he is different. Yes he’s witty. But to me he’s the boy that makes the ugly words pretty.