Sure I love her eyes and the way she smiles but that’s not it. I’m more interested in what lies beyond those eyes and that smile.
Sure her deep brown eyes with a tinge of honey seem like stars have found there home in them but when I look inside all I see are stories of how she survived. Stories and stories after stories of her bruises and scars and I get invariably lost every single time.
Sure her smile is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen on anyone’s face but I’m more interested in how her smile tells it all, of what she is feeling inside. When she gives a half-smile that doesn’t reach her eyes that tells me something’s wrong. How she gives a shy smile when she is feeling all giddy inside. My favorite is when she throws her head back and laughs that’s the moment I know she is genuinely happy, that’s when I see her truly leave her pain behind and for a moment is careless and free.
Sure I love her visual beauty but I love more of what she is from the inside…. beneath her beautiful skin.