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.
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.
by MOONA
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