She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six, the eldest, she learnt responsibility at a young age. As she grew, stronegr, brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whom she met. She was not beautoful, but she made others feel beautiful about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man. Befriending him, she teaches him how to read, a little boost the 'man' needs to go to college. They became fast friends and she fell, fast in love with her rugged handsome friend. The 'man' then finds himself in a dilemma. He soon finds himself in love with a girl. A girl who was so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest mans head. Her hair was a halo of light around her, her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean. 'Like an angel' he told his friend/tutor. 'Like a beautiful angel.' The girl swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful. She did not possess the heart of the one she loved but she did not care, as long as he was happy, she would be or so she tried. She helped him write beautiful letters to his angel, all the time visioning it was herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes, say the right words, buy the right gifts for his angel. His angel brought him much joys and much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive. The one day, all hell broke loose. The angel he loved left him for another man, a more richer, more successful man. The boy was stunned, was so hurt he would not speak for days. The girl went to him. He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him. Time went by. And so wounds heal. The boy realises something about his friend/tutor he never realised before. How her laughter sounded heavenley or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days. Or how simply beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him. Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On one day, he picked up the courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous and fidgeting, running his thoughts over and over in his head. He was goign to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love hee was with her. He knocked. No one was at home. The next day he found out. The beautiful girl he had fell in love with had a brain anurisme that put her in a coma. The doctors were grim and they decided to let her go. One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. Stroked her hair. And he cried for his beautiful girl. He cried for he'll never see her smile or hear her speak his name. He cried. But it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out in a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what it is to be loved. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Look around you. Aren't there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might just miss out that beautiful person. Forever!

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