You're Beautiful

You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true.
I'm not sure how many times I've heard those two words in the past few days. From all types of people, strangers to old friends to new friends. One of my closest friend reminded me that her sister said that I have the most beautiful face she has ever seen. I find this pretty awesome considering I find both of these ladies incredibly beautiful as well. I met a make-up artist who works in California doing all that fun stuff whom also concluded that I was very beautiful. A man once told me that I was just the cutest thing he has ever seen, I think he would of ate me if he had the chance. I had just bumped into a girl I once knew of in high school and she spent a considerable amount of time trying to convince me that I had a class with her and she would sit in there and stare at me. Well, it's the same thing she was doing at that moment and not entirely listening to what I was saying. These compliments usually come from some of the most beautiful women I know and I still don't understand their reactions when I tell them the same. But I guess that's just what I'm doing too. Why is it so hard for us to believe that? How do I hear these words multiple times a day from a special person and yet still turn away and blush? How many more times do I need to hear it?

You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, 'cause I'll never be with you.