beautiful | daniel howell

y o u a r e b e a u t i f u l

day six hundred and seven: tuesday.
reason six hundred and seven: i love you.

dan looked down at elodie's sleeping head that was resting on his lap. her golden hair fell over her face, framing it in the most perfect way. she was sleeping of course, but that didn't make her any less beautiful. her red lips parted ever so slightly as she let out shallow breathes.

dan pushed a few glowing strands away from her bright blue eyes. when he use to look into them, they were dull. no light glistened in them, and no hope radiated from them. but now, now they were the brightest thing he'd ever seen.

as he pushed away the lose strands, her red face was revealed. elodie had always been insecure about her acne, but dan wasn't bothered by it. she was still beautiful. he liked that she didn't wear makeup as often anymore. he had finally gotten into her head. she didn't need it. makeup masked her natural beauty, it covered her freckles too, and dan had always loved her freckles. he thought they looked liked constilations.

elodie wasn't the thinnest girl either, but he liked that she didn't need to be. dan loved her curves. dan loved everything about elodie.

he lent down whilst cradling her body in his strong arms. he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and whispered "you are beautiful elodie howell. i love you."