She stood there and she was beautiful. Her face was full of worry, confusion, anger and she was upset. She stood there and i stood across from her, looking at her, unable to take my eyes off of her. While i was full of regret, she was lost in her own train of thought. Someone had to make her think though. Silence filled the air for longer then i realized at the time. She looked up but quickly away, avoiding my eyes that were visibly begging for hers, and in that instant her tears played tag along her cheeks, dripping aimlessly down to the floor, giving into gravity. But she was beautiful. Biting her lip out of shame for crying, she looked back down and in that instant, defeat took over her every inch. I stood there, my eyes still begging for hers, and I couldn't move. She was beautiful and I was numb. To check if I was alive, i took a step towards her, being drawn in by her beauty, then i took a few more, until i found myself quickly wrap my arms around her. She went to turn away cause she didn't find herself deserving of this, but i held her, deserving or not. I held her because i wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon and i didn't want to let her slip away from me like i did the rest, because She wasn't the rest, she was her and she was absolutely beautiful where she stood. I didn't let her go because, I couldn't, i wouldn't let myself. Her being there, within my arms, was my realization, the kind that's just a whisper in your ear. I pulled away and wiped away her tears. Finally, her eyes met mine. It was then that we both knew. She was everything. She was my beautiful girl and she is beautiful where she stands.
