And in that moment, I realised.
I used to think of her as perfect. Flawless. Always prettier, funnier and overall better than me.
But as she shyly complimented me, saying I was, in her eyes, beautiful and assuring me she actually meant it - That was when I realised.
We both were so focused on thinking of each other as the prettier, the "better" one - we never thought of what the other one thought about us.
For the first time, it occured to my mind that she had probably felt the same way about me that I have about her.
