I would say that she is beautiful, but that wouldn't begin to describe her. For beauty is so often associated with appearance and she is so much more than that. She's perfect. She's the most incredible combination of endearing, thoughtful, gorgeous, fun, and intelligent. She's more than just a girl to me.
She's smart. Not just in the traditional way either. Her intelligence reaches far beyond study and memorization of school work. She is able to master that while also looking at the world through clear eyes. She sees things ways others do not. This view allows a deepness to form with her, a sort of beautiful way of viewing each situation. She is smarter than you, but she'd never let you know that. This genius is a blessing and a curse for the impetus for this design of thinking was a series of rather unpleasant experiences. Never has a soul gone through so much horror and been so pleasant all the while.
She is thoughtful. She remembers things about people because certain people are what matter to her. She wants other people to feel important because it's rare that someone makes her feel that way. She is always willing to lend help to those who seek it. This is never just a ploy to look good; she likewise feels the pain. If a friend cries, she cries, the pain they will is felt just as much, if not more, by her. She will always look to please those whom she holds dear.
She is fun. Spending time with her makes one remember why life can be so beautiful. There is never a dull moment spent with her. Each and every moment is heaven, utter ecstasy. When you're with her, you feel as though pain ceases to exist, that there is only love.
She is gorgeous. One look at her makes the atheist in me believe, perhaps, there is a God. She has this unique smile that puts one at ease and gives the feeling that you've made her happy. It's a good feeling to think you've made such a beautiful person so happy. She does not have the features of a normal girl. She is slender but strong, she's a protector. The tone of her body makes makes one squirm and evokes all kinds of thoughts. Yet again I'm brought back to an image of her smiling and all is well in the world, there are no troubles, no insecurities. Most do not agree however. There are many a person who believe this angelic girl is not a beauty for the seeemingly ludacris reason that she does not conform to the standards of traditional beauty. Many are not attracted to her and thus I am relieved. Perhaps it is just me that believes I am staring at perfection in the form of the human body. This makes me feel that maybe she feels one-tenth as strongly about me.
She is endearing. She knows exactly how to make one love her. She cannot be ignored for this is impossible. She is addicting. One cannot simply get away once they've become close enough. She causes one to feel so good about themselves that they couldn't possibly leave her behind. The day starts to be viewed as something to get through just so you can talk to her at night.
She is tortured. Unforetunatly I am of a small minority that feel this way about her. Not nearly enough people are allowed close access to her heart. Perhaps if they were they would begin to understand. They would understand that there's so much more to people than what meets the eye. Perhaps they would learn to stop this mindless policy of judging people based on appearance and search deep into the soul of as many people as they can. However it's not easy for people to break the status quo. So they pass by her like she's nothing. They focus on pleasing the people society wants them to please. A small group is all that receives the absolute pleasure of her friendship. Overall she will be forgotten by most that crossed paths with her, yet she has more of an impact than they ever would. She's the reason many in that small group are living or living well. Not even her family knows the importance she holds to these people. Perhaps this is why she is treated with such indignation by them. They make her feel like she is less important. But this is because even she fails to realize her beauty.
She is broken. The cruelty of those around her have only worsened the horrors she's seen. Every night she is haunted by the worst possible thoughts and regrets. Regrets of being forced to accept such a level of depression at such a young age. After a few years of it, realizing her childhood, tween years have been wasted and her teens are next she begins to operate a secondary life to ease the pain. The misdeeds she experiences combined with the guilt of having to lie to those dear to her cause even worse pain. She can't live with herself without falling victim to addiction. She is sickened by the state of the world around her and by the complete lack of remorse people show while treating eachother so poorly. She is sickened even worse by disappointment in herself. This is a vicious cycle, there are few good outcomes here.
She is perfect. I won't let her succumb to the this depression. I am charged with making her see the world as beautiful again, no matter what it takes. For I know that she would have done the same for me. She was always a friend to those who had no one else and now I shall be the same for her. I won't let her be crushed under the weight of the world, I will save her if it takes an eternity. For true beauty is worth salvaging no matter what the cost. Most importantly I know, when this is all said and done, I will again be graced by the beauty of her presence. A presence and smile that can be described in no other way than perfect.
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