Sunday 5 August 2012

The. Most. Beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder... The things I say. Do they still mean to you what they meant to you two months ago? Do they still have the same effect? Or do they just roll off your back? Do they go in one ear and right out the other?

I suppose I can't blame you if that's the case. Between my "sorries" and the fact that I say the same things over and over, I can understand if they start to lose their meaning.

But I need you to know something. When I tell you how beautiful you are or how amazing you look, I've never been more sincere. You need to understand that you really are the most beautiful. Period.

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