Unknowingly beautiful. It's an unfamiliar, unused term. But if someone asked me to explain you, those would be the first words out of my mouth. Unknowingly beautiful. In every way. It's a sad truth, unknowingly beautiful. To be so precious and incredible while having no clue. To be without a doubt in my mind, the most lovely creature I have ever met and ever will meet... and yet... you still don't see what I see. You still hate your small quirks and flaws, the ones I've grown to love. Like the crinkles by your eyes or those little moles or the way you pout when I compliment you. I may not have known you long, but God, if reincarnation is real, we've met in another life. Many lives; tens, hundreds, thousands. Because I can see through you and down to your heart and I know who you are. I know you like the back of my hand. I know the nature of your soul and I know you better than I know myself. And yet, I still haven't a clue what I did to deserve you. What good have I ever done to earn the honor of loving such a remarkably beautiful human being? An unknowingly beautiful human being. Maybe I'll never find out. But right now, I'm going to cherish and love you for as long as I can. And maybe, just maybe if I work really hard and don't give up... I can make you see your true beauty.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
