06-06-2006, 06:31 PM
Kayte had had no siblings, her mother and father having been divorced when she was a year old for reasons she'd never been properly told, so she didn't know how it was to hate someone you were related to.
Well, in a way, she did.
She stood up and walked to the arcade section of the cinema, and shook her head at the shoddy way a twenty-year-old man was playing a shooting arcade game. She pushed him out of the way, put a coin in, and said, "This is how you shoot, dumb@ss."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!