There someone out there that is sitting down racking their brain thinking to themselves that the words that exist are not enough to tell off how amazing you are and you are here doubting everything that makes them happy about your existence. I know you won't believe me but there's someone out there stuttering as they practice how they would tell you how butterflies torture them as the sound of your voice grace their ears.
There's someone who is under the moonlight with an ink on one hand and the other tugging their hair as they writes an ode to the most amazing girl he has seen, because no words will be able to contest her beauty, and her smile which as radiant as the first ray of sunshine, how her eyes glimmer as her talks about the characters in her romantic novel, how she looks so pristine, not a hair out of place, how she looks so pure in the summer rain.
She could compare with nature and she'd never lose, she knows she's not a goddess or a celestial being but someone out there certainly does, hold you in high regard, worship the ground you walk on, value every word you say. Someone out there thinks you are the most fun, beautiful, exceptional, intelligent, interesting, stylish, elegant, refined, ethereal person they've ever met. So don't think so little of yourself because to someone else you are magical, a work of art, you are a fucking PIECE.
If I may add, whether or not these people exist or confess to you, you are still magical, whether or not someone notices you are still a beautiful little dandelion that flows with the wind and lands and spread joy and kindness, whether or not you are still special.
It's Still Abeegail 💗✨
You deserve love,
The images are mine,
Thank you for Reading.
