And as the rain pressed against the concrete, they stood under each other's umbrellas, watching the thunder roll by.
Though everything was rough and tiring, they made it to smoother road. Everything in their lives, all the fights and breaks and anger and sadness—All led to this. To the day where they wander the pictures She would always send and rave about.
So maybe everything felt hopeless. But in the end...They had each other—No matter how angry and frustrated the girl got she always loved Her, and through her worst state She always somehow had hope in her. No matter how much that girl cried and sobbed, no matter how much she hurt Her, She always forgave the girl. Always forgot. It hurt the girl in a way, as she felt guilt. For everything.
As for the cycle they kept putting each other through, it faded. With time they were okay again. With time they learned to better themselves and each other. The girl was thankful, and guilty. For no matter how much the she hurt Her, their love never diminished, and somehow friendship still thrived. But they did it. They were in the lives they hoped they'd live together.
The girl wanted to be honest, as this is was the her letter to Her. Everything she really wanted to admit. In a way it was her hope, and her cope. With the music ringing within her ears, the mellow melody settling her brain. Her only creativity expressed through self-vents of imaginative scenarios exuding her thoughts and emotions and desires. The girl used to be able to write worlds and creative books that comprised of the characters she whipped up in video games turned into her own storyline of romance and adventure. But now...That creativity diminished, only ever able to be let out through letters and poems and thoughts.
The girl knew the road with Her was rough, and she wanted to fix things so many times along the way. At the same time, she wanted to remind Her of Her own worth. The girl was scared, admittedly, of being let go. The thought always made her almost sob, but in the back of her mind she would understand if it happened so, yet her biggest understanding would be her biggest fear.
Part of all she hoped was that She could eventually see how pretty She was. The girl always saw Her as perfection even from day one. And from day one she would tell Her continuously about how pretty and perfect She was, as much as She would deny everything. But if She could see Herself through the girl's eyes then every insecurity ever plaguing Her stars would be instantaneously gone. No thoughts about anything. Just perfection in the mirror. Just a mona Lisa. She was the girl's mona Lisa. Always will be, no matter what. If she could explain everything properly, the only words to describe Her beauty would be ineffable and infinite. In truth there was really no good way to describe how gorgeous She was. "Perfect" was an understatement, as even though it was a word that described something so fitted in somebody's eyes/standards it wasn't deep or explainable enough to describe Her. That's why it's ineffable. She's so perfect to her that there is no other way to describe it besides ineffable and infinite.
She always denied herself, though. To give credit She was starting to find confidence in Herself, and the girl was so proud on how far She has come. But at the same time She always tries to say She's ugly and not fitted for the standards and whenever She sees herself in different lights and views it kinda in a way comes all crashing down. But the girl hopes. The girl hopes She'll eventually see it. The girl would want to tell Her that she's got the kind of beauty a lot of people would kill for, truthfully. She's the kind of girl people would envy for being so pretty. She should stop comparing Herself to people so much. The girl hopes She realizes that the people She envies so much aren't perfect to a lot of other people, and that She shouldn't destroy herself trying to worry or compare Herself to others in fear or spite of the world's and people's standards. The girl hopes—she hopes that She realizes that no matter what, that in the end the girl will always find Her perfect no matter how low She thinks of Herself. And although she knows she's just one person, she hopes She'll keep that in mind, and these words in mind.
