Girls
She was stunning.
Not in the makeup she wore, or the clothes she dressed in,
because one was nonexistent and the other just shitty
(you guess which was which).
She was beautiful in the was she carried herself,
how she was open and smiled at everyone.
She may not have had the straightest teeth,
or the whitest,
but her smile reached all the way to her eyes
marking the beginnings of what you knew would be
some of the deepest crows-feet you would ever get to see.
And you wanted to see them.
She was gorgeous,
in the sound of her voice and
the curl of her hair.
In the warmth of her body and how she couldn't seem to get enough of yours.
Undefined lashes framed bright eyes
that often glazed over when she was in her
faraway land.
She never knows how she looks at these times, but you think she's beautiful.
Yet, she's worried about those little things.
Worried about how people see her when she can't
see herself.
Worried that her little mannerisms
and the way she that speaks when she's nervous
makes you want to not bother with her.
So tell her, always tell her
just how amazing
Beautiful
Stunning
Gorgeous
Exciting
Inspiring
Happy
you find her to be.
Always.
I swear I am going to have at least five chapters each individually titled "Love". On the other hand have we ever talked about how friggin' cute girls are? I am so glad to be one. I almost named this chapter "Cuteness" because I am such an awesome writer I just know how a good a name that would be.
