april 22th, 2002 / 6:13 p.m.

Beauty, A Definition of:

Beauty, or the art of being beautiful, (yes, I consider it an art), is not a thing that can be described in words. Beauty is all encompassing, yet extremely narrow and specific. You either have it, or you don't. To some people, you may be beautiful...but to others, you are not. Beauty is something everyone can picture, and fantasize, but no one can define it. If one person were to define beauty, another person would contradict the first persons definition because to him what the other person described is not beautiful at all.

So then, what is my understanding of beauty? Beauty is a contradiction within itself. It is everything and it is nothing.

Beauty is waking up and not worrying about what your breath smells like because you know she could care less about the smell and more about getting a good morning kiss.

Beauty is not worrying about looking your best, because to her you always look your best, and no matter how hard you try, you will never look any better than you do right now.

Beauty is being able to talk for 6 hours and say nothing of any importance but being able to walk away feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders.

Beauty is looking into her eyes and seeing nothing but endless possibility.

Beauty never having to say your sorry, but saying it anyways, cause you truly are sorry.

Beauty is they way she lights up when you've done something that no one else but her would care about, but she still makes you feel like you've done something wonderful.

Beauty is being able to walk side by side without holding hands, and not needing too.

Beauty is needing her with such an intense passion that it kills you to go more than a day without seeing her, and knowing she feels the same way.

Beauty is trust.

Beauty is long car rides to no where but it doesn't matter because she's there with you.

Beauty is being happy with what you've got.

Beauty is the nicknames she gives you that no one but her (and, well, yea, you) likes, but she uses them anyway.

Beauty is every little thing that she does that can bring tears to your eyes because no one else has ever done it the same way she does.

Beauty is being able to say I Love You. And meaning everyfuckingword of it.

Beauty is her. In everything that she does, in everything that she is. In everything that she will be. Beauty is her.

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