Beatifully
I love you
Her eyes were glazed over as his hand pressed down on hers. "I don't think you're not beautiful. But.." his silence was all she needed to know the rest. He was her bestfriend and had been her entire life, but he would never love her the way that she had always loved him.
After many, many tears were shed she was looking herself over in the mirror "How beautiful do I have to be for him?"
Their friendship was still intact, but never blossomed into what she wanted. "Will you ever love me..?" she squeaked, but he would never find her beautiful.
After many, many tears were shed she was looking herself over in the mirror "How beautiful do I have to be for him?"
Their friendship was still intact, but never blossomed into what she wanted. "Will you ever love me..?" she squeaked, but he would never find her beautiful.