"It's strange how you became beautiful all of a sudden."

I was always beautiful
You just never took the time to see that

I guarantee that when this hour of conversation is over
you're going to want to marry me

I think people should be recognized more for their talents
Not just for how they look
It sends the message that no matter how good you are at something
if you're not extremely beautiful or handsome
then you're not good enough
and I don't think that's right

I sat down in front of him
"If I agreed to ******* would you spend the rest of the night getting to know me?"
He looked at me with shock in his eyes
"Yes."
"What if I took away your chance of ******* me, would you still get to know me?"
He swallowed
"Why are you asking me this?"
"I want to know if you have the ***** to open yourself up to the possibility of love."
He leaned forward
"Why would I do that?"
"I am offering you the chance of a lifetime. Now you want to get to know me and be happy the rest of your life? Or should I leave you to find your next good **** which will only bring you happiness for an hour?"
He stared at me
"I bet you $1,000 you don't have it in you to take this risk."
He stuck out his hand
"You're on."

We have been together for fifty years now
After spending the night getting to know me
minus the ***
I wrote him a check for $1,000
To this day it still sits in his top dresser drawer
He refuses to cash it

He wrote me a poem
In the poem he confessed his feelings for me
He said he would have told me in person how he felt
but writing was easier for him to say what he had to say
So he wrote me a poem

He wrote me a book
In the chapters he wrote about the beginning of us
The moment we met
Our first date
Our first kiss
Our first fight
Our first everything
He said he wanted a way to share with the world
how lucky he was to have a woman like me love him so much
So he wrote me a book

He made me a movie
In the movie was a collection of videos he took of me
In each video a moment was caught on film
Sometimes I was laughing
Sometimes I was speaking
Sometimes I was running on the beach
In one video I was building a snowman
In another I was sleeping
His favorite video was of me writing
He explained that he wanted me to see how beautiful I am
through his eyes
So he made me a movie

He built me a home
Every time I pointed out something about a house I liked
he would jot it down in a notebook
and he used what he wrote to build me the home of my dreams
He built it on land that overlooked a forest of pine trees
He purposely picked a location where it would snow every year
because he knew how much I love snow
He made the inside full of everything that makes me who I am
From colors to pictures to furniture
On the day he gave me the key he told me
that he wanted to give me a safe place to call my own
So he built me a home

He wrote me a song
In the song he sang about all of the things in the world he found beautiful
how all of his dreams came true the day he met me
how whenever he was scared all he had to do was look at me
and all of his anxiety
all of his depression
all of his demons would just disappear
In the introduction
he told me he never wanted me to ever doubt his love for me
So he wrote me a song

He made me a T-shirt
It was too big for me
He made it my favorite color
on the front he imprinted lyrics from my favorite song
He sprayed his cologne on it so it smelt like him
He said he wanted me to have something to wear
in case I missed him while he was out of town
So he made me a T-shirt

He gave me his heart
When we first met we didn't have anything to our names
All we knew was that we loved each other
and we wanted to be together
On the night he told me he loved me
he said the only thing he could give me in that moment
was something he never gave to any other woman
He said he trusted me to never break it
he offered his heart and I accepted it
When he died of a heart attack 50 years later
he had himself cremated
When his attorney came to his funeral
he explained he left a gift for me
It was a box with a diamond heart shaped necklace
filled with some of his ashes
with a note that read "I love you"
He left me his heart

That's the way the world is though.
The fakes get all of the attention and glory
for being something that their not
and the people who are true to themselves get rejected,
mistreated and bashed for living an honest life.
I honestly find my honest life peaceful.
I don't get a lot of attention
via social media and/or by people in general.
That's fine by me.
I like my small group of friends
who are happy being themselves.
I love the confidence and empowerment I feel in the air
being around people who are not fake.
My life is less chaotic and hardly has any drama.
I think that is the best thing about being a social outcast.
Fakes see it as something horrible
I see it as a blessing.

I think it's amazing how much time has passed
and yet nothing has changed
Sure we may be leading different lives
yet our feelings for each other are the same
You went to college in Texas
I stayed here in Arizona with my poetry
We went two years without talking
and still that hasn't changed anything
We still go swimming in the middle of the night in your pool
and kiss under the oak tree in your backyard
We go for ice cream at Sonic
as we sit watching the stars
We still call each other by our nicknames
then laugh about nothing for hours
We stay up late watching zombie movies
only to become too terrified to sleep afterwards
You have been my best guy friend since freshman year of high school
You used to be like a brother to me
Now when I look at you
I describe you as my everything
I don't know why I never noticed it before
but I notice it now
I have liked you for a really long time
how about we give love a shot?