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. The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age. As she grew stronger,
and brighter, she instilled a sort
of light cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful. But she made others
feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel
boy who thinks he's all man. Befriending him, she
teaches him how to read, a little boost the
man needed to go to college. They became friends fast and she fell fast in
love with her rugged, handsome student
The "man" then finds
himself in a dilemma.
He soon found himself
in love with a girl.
A girl so beautiful,
she turned even the grouchiest man's head.
Her hair was a halo
of light around her.
Her eyes the bluest
blue of ocean.
Like an angel he tells
his tutor.
Like a beautiful angel.
The girl swallows
the lump in her throat.
She was not beautiful.
She did not possess
the heart of the one she loved, but she did not care.
As long as he was
happy, she would be, or so
she tried to be.
She helped him write
the most beautiful letter to his angel, all the time envisioning
that it was she herself,
receiving those very
letters.
And so the girl helped
him choose the right words, and to 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 would ever
receive.
Then one day, all
hell broke loose.
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 hurt and so did
she.
Time went by, and so the wounds
heal.
The boy realizes something
about his friend/tutor he never realized
before.
How her laughter sounded
heavenly, or how her smiles
brightened up the darkest days.
Or simply how beautiful,
yes 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 in 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, the beautiful girl
he fell in love with had a brain aneurysm, 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 for he will
never see her smile, or hear her speak
his name. He cried, but it was
too late.
The beautiful girl
was buried and the heavens broke out in a beautiful spring
shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful
girl in the world.
He had been touched
by an angel.
--Author Unknown
LOOK AROUND
YOUAREN'T
THERE A LOT OF PLAIN FACES? TAKE A
GOOD LOOK... A REAL
GOOD LOOK OR YOU MIGHT MISS OUTON THAT
BEAUTIFUL PERSON FOREVER