Neptune

She was vibrant and enchanting, always with a dreamy look in her eye. He was shy, quiet, the unlucky one everyone made fun of. He could never catch up to her, be with her. But oh, how he wanted to tell her. But stitch by stitch she came apart, like brokenness was a work of art, and he couldn't tell her she'd always been a masterpiece. And he wanted to love her, but didn't know how.