Dear Mae,

Do you know that you are beautiful? Yeah, you do know that according to others but do you really? Because One day you told me something that made me go insane, you said 'why can't I be like others? They are so beautiful, calm and magnificent, why do I lack these aspects?'

Your eyes gazed at mine looking for answers and that very second I wanted to shout out loud and say you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Because for me every curve of your skin, every depression, every structure of your body it's flawless for me as if they are the strokes of a master artist painted with utmost dedication and patience. Every layer smoother than one previous.

And your almond-shaped hazel eyes so alluring and divine anyone could charge you for a felony of possessing them. Their simpleness profounding the intricacies present.

And those heart-shaped sweet cherry lips that are so tender and delicate that it seems that touching them would break them apart. And your cute button nose, oh how could I forget it.

It's entrancing your face. As if every piece of light that shines in this world originates from the twinkling of your eyes, even the moon itself. For me everything stops. And seeing you and still not able to talk to you for some reason is like the first show premiere of the world's best movie is right there and I have a ticket but I still can't see it. As if it suddenly turns blank somehow.

And darling your hair, you told me 'They are like everyone else's '
But why, oh why? For me, they seem to be the softest of all. As if they are made of pure silk, not even a single strand is adulterate.

The way you hold yourself in a solid position? The glow you spread to others, the pacifying and calming words you speak, the way you make your parents proud, the way you move to a beat even the way you jump up and down when you are excited, I admire it, I admire them. I admire your courage, your beauty and everything about you.

When you grab hold of my hand when we climb the mountain or the way you tuck your stray strand of hair makes my heart throb.

Even when you are mad at me , the way your eyes twitches and then again crinkles at the borders after sometime is so unique, how can someone look so maginificent even when they are angry?

I don't know, Mae, but I wish to know ardently. I want to show you and shower you with all the love I got for you.

Yes, Mae, love.

I love you.

Yours lovingly,

Henry

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A/n

This is a novel I wrote a long time back I have improved a lot ever since but as I saw it sitting in the draft I thought Henry's story deserves to be spread, so here is it.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

Thanks for reading <3

-Aly