I think you are beautiful.
I sit here in front of my laptop’s piano gloss and think for a moment of what I want to say to you. The person reading this.
I think you’re beautiful. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you look like. But if you sat with me for awhile, and we laughed over something we had in common. I’d look right at you, and realize you’re beautiful.
Even If there’s a moment of silence when we realize we’re completely different, I'd find you interesting and think; that you're beautiful.
From your hair. To your toes.
Thanks for listening.
