Don't you see?

"Don't you see this is me?" She said as she looked deep into his beautiful hazel eyes.

He looked her face over, looking at her eyes as they begin to water then looking down to her arms which she had crossed over her chest and her hands clenched tight into fists. He said to her, "this doesn't have to be you. You don't have to live like this. You're beautiful just the way you are, and the right guy will love you for who you are. Just please stop doing this to yourself. Please?"

"Don't you see? I do this because I'm not good enough! Im not pretty enough! I'm not skinny enough! I'm not perfect and I'll never be! There's only one guy I like and that's-that's-nevermind! You wouldn't care anyways!" She starts crying, tears streaming down her face, makeup running staining the cheeks of her face. She looks down at her arms hating every little scar she has and knowing each one was because she will never be good enough for him. The guy standing in front of her is the only guy she wants to be good enough for and she knows she never will be. She hates herself. Everything about her.

He takes her arms, unfolds them, and holds them in his hands and whispers to her, "you are beautiful. I love you."

She looks up at him, shocked. "I-I-I-"

He kisses her on her soft lips. "I love you. No matter what. Please don't do this to yourself you are far too beautiful."

She has no words. She just looks at him. He takes her in his arms holds her, resting his chin on her head as she softly cries into his shoulder. "I love you too," she whispers softly under her breathe.

"I know. It'll be okay. You'll be okay. I'm here for you."