She was not beautiful. However, she was beautiful to him. He began to fall in love with this beautiful girl he had seen through new eyes. One day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house feeling nervous, and fidgeting all the way. He ran his thoughts over and over his head. He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home. The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he just fell in love with had a brain tumour that put her into a coma. The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go. He got to see her one final time. He held her hand and stroked her hair as he cried for this beautiful girl. He cried but it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the high heavens above broke down and cried for their loss too. There was a beautiful Spring shower on her burial day. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and she had taught the boy rebel/man to love and what it is to be loved. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Look around. Aren't there a lot of plain faces around us? Take a real good look or you might just miss out on that beautiful person.
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