Beautiful… I just want you to know

Would you be offended if I called you beautiful? Maybe offended isn’t the right word to use but would you be taken back? Would the word hit your ear like a sour note or the mistroke of a key? I do think that you’re beautiful, and this isn’t one of those subclass folleys where your beauty has to be defined or reclassified like it is some anomaly in a world that always gets it right. I just think you’re beautiful. From your visage, to vocals, your candor to composure I am a fan of your beauty. Why do I care to tell you? I believe its because a part of your beauty comes from the fact that its not reconized. Its treated as so average and commonplace that if you were to glance you may mute it. So my goal is to open this shy flower. You’re beautiful, maybe it is you the one that should accept it instead of the world. So I leave you with this notion. This trite little viewing into my world. You’re beautiful… I just thought you should know

Statement thought the most to myself on public transit

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