“If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you. - No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.”
—
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Tell me again why you think I’m beautiful.
Two years later
A girl sits in front of her ex lover.He doesn’t say a word
And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore.Her hair is longer than it’s ever been.
She is even more beautiful than the day he left her.And at that moment,
He panics.
He lost her.And he can never have her back.
He can just watch her be beautiful
And in love
With someone else.
He told me I was ugly,
I wasn’t beautiful anymore to him
He said that he found a new girl
with a blossomed chest
and dark eyes..And I said “what really is ugly?”
Am I ugly?
Was it ugly when I held you when you cried ?
Was it ugly when I surprised you on Valentine’s Day ?
Was it ugly when I wrote you letters to make you feel like the sun ?
Was it ugly when I helped you through your panic attack?Was that what made me ugly ?
Beauty, yes can be what you see
But its also in who you are - your inner being.The face you fall in love with changes and ages,
and what remains is the soul and the heart,
is that beautiful? is that what you fell in love with?And if I didn’t appeal to his eyes, fine.
But I wasn’t ugly,
I was his dream, his art and the only way he knew how to make himself feel complete was to destroy what he knew he would never experience again, the feeling, the vision of his one and only soul mate.
My dearest Eugene, you’re a young soul that is pure fire.Yet you are also the calm sea ; a set of eyes that lead me back home.You’re also the favorite chapter of my story. You have embraced me for who I am. And you cherished me despite that I’m this wounded girl. This melancholic soul. This broken piece. You have accepted the terrible and beautiful parts of me. But my beloved best friend,will you ever know? I’ve have always dearly loved you so.
No matter how many ways I look at someone they are still beautiful and I can still find something to admire about them. I love the concept that everyone is beautiful and complicated and wonderful. It’s… beautiful.
“If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you. - No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.”
—
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn’t like that at all. It is beautiful, but it’s a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is – The thing is you want to. You don’t care what’s coming you just want who your heart beats for.
mellifluous
How autumn represents my soul you ask?
Autumn is like no other; unique and beautiful. Much like myself. People enjoy Autumn and others despise it. The season itself is about shedding your past, overcoming hardships, and growing. Autumn is beautiful and so am I.
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