She was not beautiful.
As she grew older and wiser,
she instilled a light and cheer to whomever she met.
She made others feel better about themselves.

On a warm sunny day,
she meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him.
She teaches him how to read and
encourages the boy to go to college.
They become best friends and she fell fast in love
with her rugged handsome student.

The boy then finds himself in love with a girl.
A girl who was so beautiful.
Her hair was a hallo of light around her.
Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean.
Her skin soft like velvet.

"She's like an angel," he tells his tutor excitingly,
"like a beautiful angel."
The girl swallows a lump at her throat.

She was not beautiful and she knew it.
She did not posess the heart of the one she loved,
but she did not care.
As long as he was happy, she would be happy,
or so she tried to be.

She helped write the most beautiful letters to his angel.
All the time visioning it was she herself
receiving those very same letters.
She helped him choose the right clothes,
say the right words and buy the right gifts for his angel.

His angel brought him much joy,
but brought much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive.

Then one day, it started to rain.
All of Hell broke loose.
The angel he loved, left him for another man.
A richer more successful man.
He was stunned and devastated.
He was so hurt, he did not speak for days.

The girl went to him.
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.
He was heart broken and she felt his pain.

Time went by and the wounds eventually healed.
Then finally he relized something about his friend/tutor.
Something he never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly and
how her smiles brightened up the darkest days,
or how simply beautiful she looked to him!
This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
He began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.

Then one day, he gathered all his courage to see her.
He wanted to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her.
How blind he was for not seeing how beautiful she was.
He walked to her house, nervous, and excited.
Running his thoughts over and over his head.

He knocked. No one was home.
The next day, he found out that the
beautiful girl he fell in love with
had a brain tumor that put her in a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

He ran to her bedside to see her one last.
He held her hand and caressed her hair.
He kissed her on the cheek and he started to cry.
He cried for this beautiful girl, but it was too late.
The beautiful girl was gone and the Heavens broke.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
She had taught the rebel boy how to love and
what is is to be loved.