She is beautiful. She is beautiful, not because of the way her eyes glisten as though two stars were plucked from the galaxy and commanded to sparkle there. She is beautiful, not because of the way her words always make me feel like I'm walking on air. She's beautiful, but not like the others. She's beautiful because each moment spent with her is a glimpse into her soul. She's beautiful because she's something the others could never be. She's beautiful because she's herself.

                                                                                                                                                                       Litterator.