Scribbles

No.40

She is beauty, she is grace, she will punch you in the face.... wait no. Hold up. Isn't that the tag line to Miss Congeniality? If not, it should be. But in all honesty, it sums her up perfectly. She doesn't see it though and it actually breaks my heart, because she does not know how effortlessly beautiful, she is. And she is. She radiates light, warms any room she walks into, makes you feel so loved and so special just by being your friend. This girl, no, woman is so strong she puts us all to shame. She is so perfect but she cannot see pass her flaws and she doesn't realise that to those around her, especially me, her flaws are what make her perfect in our eyes. Without them I do not think I would love her nearly as much as I do. I will always love her, I will always treasure her. I have right from the moment I said 'I'm on in five minutes, I need you to be my Penny.' And she, so simply, so confidently said 'Let's do this.' And we did. We crushed it. A pivotal moment in our friendship that will always be the first thing I think of whenever someone says her name. she was there for me then and she has been there ever since. My idiocy may not have always put her on the highest pedestal of my friends where she should have been, but that is sure as hell where she is now, where she deserves to be. I've never cried at a wedding. But hers, my God, I cried. I was so happy because she was so happy, marrying the love of her life, starting a new adventure and all the while looking so beautiful it made me mad, but a good mad. The kind of mad that infuriates you because you know you have no reason to be mad, but she is so beautiful and she just doesn't see it! And that is the part that makes you mad. That she doesn't know. Now, I could hope that she sees this and finally it all clicks into place and she will suddenly realise just how beautiful she is, because she should, but you see, I know her, I have the privilege of knowing her, and I know that I could scream this from the top of the tallest mountain and she still wouldn't believe me. Her husband could say it every day and she still wouldn't believe it. Her daughter will grow up to be so beautiful and will one day be old enough to stand in the mirror and say 'Mum, I'm glad I look like you, you're beautiful' and then, even then, she still won't believe. But don't you see, the fact that she doesn't know, makes her even more beautiful.