Don't You Know?

For a couple of months there, you were trying so hard. Your hair looked like you had just had a blow out, every single day. Your makeup, just so. The results were… stunning. Nothing short of perfection.

But don't you know?

You could wake up, fall out of bed, throw on the frumpiest clothes in your closet, and still be the most beautiful woman walking into any room.

You must turn heads everywhere you go. You must be used to having guys crush on you. How could you not?

And they don't even know.

They don't even know you.

They don't even know that, under that most astonishing of exteriors, you are the sweetest, funniest, most positive, most thoughtful, most… amazing human being, perhaps ever.

They don't know that your soul burns brighter than any star, brighter than a billion billion suns. So brightly, your parents already knew it when they named you.

…

I hope he knows what he has. I hope he appreciates it, hope he makes you feel as beautiful as you are, inside and out. Hope he gives you everything you would ever want or need. I hope he makes you happy.

I would.

If only I could.