Still Beautiful 06/02/2014
How many times a day had I stared at Bella's perfect imperfections?
How many times had I forgotten what my first part of life and it's loneliness felt like?
I needed to tell her. Let her know why I always compared her to beauty. Why I was fragile with her, because she felt like glass. And glass was beautiful. Yet I couldn't. She had always said I dazzled her, yet I would do anything for her, like she was an empress.
I never found the right time. Never found the right words. Never found the right gestures.
Yet, It was always a perfect time. It was always a perfect day and a perfect place to remind her how beautiful she is.
When I could get my sweet Bella to know how much I loved her would never be known.
Old and wrinkled. Short and fat.
She was still beautiful.