There are moments in a woman's
life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems
uncommonly pink and perfect,
when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.
Something warm and lovely
spreads in my chest..I couldn't quite explain it; it was
almost as if someone had heated
my blood. It started in my heart and then slowly swept through my arms, my
belly, down to the tips of my toes.
Im not beautiful.I know tat im
not beautiful, I knew i'd never be more than passably
attractive, and that was only
on my good days. But he thinks tat I am beautiful, and when he looks at
me..
I feel beautiful. And I have
never felt that way before.I want to be beautiful, even if it was only in
one man's eyes.
"You are beautiful,"
he said, shaking his head in confusion. "I don't know why nobody else sees
it."
