06-12-2006, 07:16 AM
Tidus still sat against the tree, but on the other side. His mottled brown clothes made him blend in with the bark a little, so he was a bit hard to see.
When Anastasia walked through, he looked up, and said, "Miss, do you know the way to the library? I have to return a book." He waved it; it was a Terry Brooks book.
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!