06-27-2013, 02:46 AM
She giggled happily and kissed him on the cheek once more. "I wanted to say something about... well, us," she admitted, "but it was never a good time and I wasn't sure where you stood on it and- well, with the... pasts we both have and-" A handprint visibly clamped over her mouth; she'd silenced herself, and she grinned sheepishly.
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!