[Warning: spoiler ahead]
He has a speech defect. To speak smoothly, he’s told to limit his sentences to just three words.
He meets a girl that became his world. Nevermind her imperfections, she deserves the best of everything.
He decides to write her 100 poems to tell her he loves her – 100 poems about her physical beauty, her irresistible personality, and her “undeniable greatness.”
A hundred poems of his disillusionment of her.
A hundred poems that took four years to complete.
As sweet, touching and grand as it was, the 100 poems didn’t give him her “Yes.”
With a ring on her finger and a baby on the way, it’s already too late.
So driven is he in completing his 100 poems for her, he froze her in a world he has made in his head, forgetting that she too is living in the same world as him.)
Writing 100 poems that don’t even mirror who she really is – her struggles, her flaws, her brokenness – has been totally unnecessary.
She pointed out him all he needed were three words:
“I like you.”
“I love you.”
All along he already had what he needed to win her heart:
Three words are what he does best. Yet, he failed to use them when he should’ve had.
So mindful of his speech defect, he forgot the things he has – his impressive smarts, his singing voice, and his good heart.
So focused is he in making himself better for her, he failed to recognize the amazing things about himself.
So concentrated is he in his flaws, he has made things complicated for him.
He made her so “perfect” in her mind that he thought he has to just at least come close to her “perfection.” Little did he know, he got everything together better than she does.
He never really knew her.
He never really saw her for who she is.
The her that he knew is the her he put together in his mind, in his poems – the her that became his world. He thought 100 poems are needed to make her fall in love with him.
Fortunately, she knows who she is. She doesn’t need 100 poems to fall in love with him.
She knew him.
She saw the heart amidst the speech defect and loved him for it.
From it, she knew it can never be them. It can never be him for her. It can never be her for him.
From it, she straightened him out: she told him she doesn’t deserve to be his world.
No one is. No one should be.