She's Literally Called Love

This is to Kayla.
One of the most beautiful souls I've known.

I wish you could see yourself.
You're so incredibly passionate about everything.
I see you in the hallway and just by looking at you I can tell you're hurt. It's something I feel that nobody else notices but me. You bore into me with those brown eyes, the eyes that make me feel like I'm walking into a Forrest conjured by myths.
You're hair is long and disrupted by the most gentle waves, mixed with the color of your eyes.

You're in a war between evil and evil and being the person you are you believe there is good left in both sides. You're constantly torn apart by the good in yourself to the point where you think you're one of the evils.

You're not. You're beautiful.
In every single way. The way you sing along with a song you've never heard before. How can rant about one single thing for an entire fifteen minutes.
Your perspective of the world is refreshing. The way you talk about your future like you are absolutely certain that is what will happen. It's beautiful the way you'll leave school to protect someone else from your fury.

What's not beautiful is the way you worry.
You worry you're not good enough.
You worry you're not pretty enough or talented enough. Your worrying is unnecessary.

To several people, to me especially, you're a miracle.

You're right. You aren't enough. You're beyond that.
You give respect even to the worst.
You wouldn't dare hurt a fly.
You will curse someone out and then rephrase to make your wrath sound less mean even though it was fully intended to be so. You lift the spirits of the people around you with only a smile. You have a sense of humor that sometimes you're the only one who gets it and that's beautiful. Talented isn't a good enough word to describe how amazing you are at the things you love. Your passion carries you through so much. You can finish a five hundred page book on the car ride home from the store. You have extreme patience for people like me. And you're willingness to go with the flow is impeccable. The way you'd give up yourself completely for the well being of another person is remarkable.

You're rough around the edges.
But every single ripple and tear and jagged edge was created to exist in perfect harmony of danger and bliss.