I never expected to understand the meaning of love. I never expected to ever get past my insecurities. I never even expected to understand the occult longing people had for blue eyes.
So until that moment, I had never truly appreciated blue eyes, I had never truly felt my heart rate quicken the way it did, and I had never truly felt beautiful.
When you smiled at me—and your breathtaking blue eyes crinkled with happiness—I felt like more than just another person that inhabited crowded lives. I felt like an entity with a purpose. I felt alive.
And oh god, you didn't have to tell me that you thought I was beautiful. Your words weren't needed because your actions were enough.
You made me feel so damn beautiful.
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When I Felt Beautiful
Short Story"feeling beautiful has nothing to do with what you look like. i promise" -emma watson // a collection of moments when ainsley torrid felt beautiful
