People always apologize for being a mess, but I
think there are good kinds of messy. Messy
lipstick from sloppy kisses, messy hair from
careless fingers, messy laughs from awkward
moments, messy hearts from complicated lives.
People get tangled and it's always messy, 
but it's so very beautiful.
She was messy; her clothes weren't perfect, her 
room wasn't perfect, all of her, down to her soul,
even that was messy. But it was a messy I could 
handle even when I couldn't handle my own.

-excerpt from a book // messy love