She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was
extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six and being the
eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whomever she met. She was not
beautiful, but she made others feel better about
themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all
man, befriending him, she teaches him. She teaches him
how to read and a little boost, the'man'needed to go to
college, they become fast friends and she fell fast in love
with her rugged handsome student.
The'man'then finds himself in love with a girl. A girl who
was so beautiful. Her hair was a hallow of light around
her. Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean.'Like an
angel'he tells his tutor'like a beautiful angel.'The girl
swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful, she
did not posses the heart of the one he loved, but she did
not care. As long as he was happy, she would be happy,
or so she tried to. She helped write the most beautiful
letters to his angel. All the time visioning it was she
herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped
him choose the right clothes, say the right words, and
buy the right gifts for his angel.
His angel brought him much joy and much pain to the
girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped
her from giving more than she will ever receive. Then one
day, the angel he loved left him for another man. A richer
more successful man. The boy was stunned. He was so
hurt, he did not speak for days. The girl went to him. He
cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.
He was hurt and she was too. Time went by and so
wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his
friend/tutor. Something he never realized before. How her
laughter sounded heavenly and how her smiles
brightened up the darkest days, or how simply beautiful
she looked to him!
Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And
he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On
one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He
walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting, Running his
thoughts over and over his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was
with her. He knocked. No one was home.
The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he fell in
love with had a brain tumor that put her into a coma. The
doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.
One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. He
stroked her hair and he cried for this beautiful girl. He
cried, but it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried
and the heavens broke. Out a beautiful spring shower, a
cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the
world and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and
what it is to be loved.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
PS: Look around. Aren't there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might just miss out
that beautiful person.
::::: PK ♥MâĎĎÝ :::::
