why we don't work

He holds my skin like an ancient Renaissance piece . so delicate,as if I'm so valuable. he looks at me like an otherworldly being. when I look at me... I see void a mistake, I see a girl who doesn't know what she's worth no matter how hard she's loved. simply because love was absent in every aspect of my life since birth. when he sees me he sees grace,purity, when I see me I see an unlovable human being.