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You're Beautiful
Romance
 Created on 4-28-08
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She was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in the 16 years I have lived on this earth. She was also perfect and flawless in everyway possible to human nature. She would have never admitted it to anyone, not even to her reflection in the mirror, I was sure of myself that I was put here to remind her everyday how beautiful she was, my gut just told me so.
She had her perfect brown hair down to her shoulders, she was planning to grow it out, and she desired long hair. I loved her cute freckles that popped all over her face during the summer that sometimes she’d try to cover up, but her skin just wouldn’t let her. Her blue eyes glowed with every look and emotion she ever had, even though she hated them and wanted brown ones. Her skin was smooth like silk, even though she thought it was pale and white, I would have never thought anything of that.
Her personality was what sparkled everyone, her smile, her laugh, that’s what kept me living. She had problems with people picking on her, and I tried my best to protect her heart and mind from them. Her voice was powerful but sweet at the same time. She sang like a bird and sometimes I’d call her just so I could hear her sing to me.
Her mind was what scared me almost half to death. There were times, and still are, that I wish I could just live there, and see all the things she thinks about. Her imagination is so crazy and vivid it doesn’t seem possible to me. She is so independent, and it scares me sometimes. She acts like she doesn’t need me here, she may not need me, but I need her.
She looked at me suddenly and smiled. She wasn’t having the best day in the world, compared to the others. My hands shifted on the steering wheel as I slid an arm around her and she pressed her head to my shoulder. I loved her with almost all of me; the other half was in love with me and her together. I didn’t have any more room for anyone else. I didn’t want room. Sometimes at night I find it hard to sleep without her next to me. I wish she could just see what she was, or how people could see her. I wish she could be me one of these days, and see herself out of my point of view. I daydream about her all day, every minute I think of what we are and how she or myself couldn’t get any better.
She lives south of this little town I call home. As I drove down the streets to get there she was leaning against me the whole time, my most favorite thing she does. We have tons of memories together, I could say. Pictures of us together, summer days with friends, photo-booth pictures she’d always drag me into. No matter what happened between us I would never forget those.
I pulled into her driveway and shut the car off. She was already out to get her bag from the backseat. I walked her to the door, my arm around her again. She stepped up the steps to a bouquet of flowers and a card lying next to each other on the wooden table next to the door. She looked at me with her eyes sparkling and I pushed the card at her. She opened it with curiosity and wonder, sliding it out of its white envelope and opening it. It took her only a couple seconds to read, since there wasn’t much writing. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked “You think so?” Her eyes now sparkled with tears instead of hurt and frustration she had earlier in the car. I placed my hand under her chin, kissing her lightly on the forehead saying “I know so,”
She placed the card on the table next to the flowers, leaving them lying side by side. The flowers reading that I loved her, the card reading that she was beautiful.
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