I don't think you're beautiful. I don't think I'm beautiful. I think the idea of God is beautiful. But I don't think Christians are beautiful.
I think to be beautiful something has to be pure. And I think maybe the only pure thing we've got is love. Or at least the idea of it.
I do not know who I will marry. I do not know if I will marry. But if I do, I think in my eyes, she'll be beautiful.
I think she'll be beautiful and I think she'll be kind and I think I'll love her because of her flaws and I don't think I'll love her despite them.
And I will only desire that she thinks I'm beautiful too.
