you asked me what beauty is the other day.
i told you i couldn’t think of anything.
that was a lie.
what do i think beauty is?
beauty is you.
beauty is us.
beauty is what we could be.
god i wish i could hold your hand when we walk down the hallway.
i wish i could tell you exactly how i felt when you look me in the eye.
i wish you could tell me exactly how you felt.
but none of that can happen and it’s tearing me apart piece by piece.
sometimes i wonder if i can see what you feel if i look deep enough in your eyes.
but i never get the chance to look long enough.
god how i wish i could stare into your beautiful pale blue eyes forever.
i’ve never seen a thing more mesmerizing in my life.
i love the way you give me so much crap. but in a loving way.
i love how you and me could be at each others throats but still find something to laugh about.
i love the way your not afraid to share stuff with me.
i love the way you think.
i love the way you talk with me.
i love the way you act with me.
this has definitely steered out of controlled but i guess that’s what happens when i think of you.
i fall into a rabbit hole of thought, wonder, and wishing.
so yea i’ll admit it.
i think you are beautiful.
undeniably,
incredibly,
immensely beautiful.
your beauty astounds me.
it leaves me breathless.
it leaves me helplessly gasping for air in the back of my mind.
you leave me in an abyss of my own thought.
i can barley describe the feeling i get when i see you.
i can just feel the beauty radiating off of you.
i can feel my heart skip a beat when i see the little sparkle in your eyes.
i can feel myself stopping in my
tracks when i see your gorgeous face.
i only wish you could read this and know that this is how i feel about you.
i only wish you could know what beauty is to me.