06-10-2013, 02:21 PM
Alexei flipped through the photographs with a frown. He'd seen one or two girls in Russia with a similar condition, though they'd lived far out in the country near his own family and as far as he'd known had never hurt anyone. "I see." He handed the photographs back. "I must admit, I wasn't anticipating something of that magnitude."
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!