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To define Beauty
Rated: E | Short Story | Emotional | #1003436
Beauty Spoken in so few words, pain spoken to the beauty of My words
To define Beauty


Beauty defined in many ways, but never before in a girl. I can honestly say I have been with beauty. I can honestly say she was beauty. I follow her shape from her head, to her beautifully groomed toes. I follow my hands up her legs, soft and silky. We sit on that bench, and I stare. She sits on my lap and she stares. We were at Knotts Berry farm amusement park, but my only amusement was her. There we sat in the corner of the rocks, on the bench. On the bench hidden from the park. On the bench, hidden from the world. We sat, and all I could do is stare. All she could do is stare. Her brown eyes, like the beauty of oak, treasured by nature. Treasured by me. We sit on the bench as time goes by, so slow. Time goes by so slow and it almost stops. Time stops, and beauty seems to last forever.

I look in her eyes, as she looks in mine. We get a little closer, and move in. I go to make the move, nervous, but still I go. As we get closer, my lips touch hers, and thus begin the lie. Thus begins the beginning of my end.

The show is commended, the performance, was great. She really made me believe she cared for me, as much as I, for her. She let that go on for quite a bit. Until her friend, slipped me the truth. Slipped something I was not ready to hear. I knew it was true, and confirmed it to her mouth. I guess I should have known, but my heart kept me blindfolded. I think it was too hard to except and would hurt more than any physical pain could reach. As I kissed her and saw perfection. She kissed me and all she could see was he, him being her ex. Him being the hidden feelings that lurked in her heart, leaving no room for me. Leaving no room for us.

The charade that began great, but unknowingly stepped me into a series of hurts and breaks. Cracks to a deeper within. The kiss that cracked and chipped away my very heart. The "Perfect Moment" that was believed to define me. But defined a new pain that will not soon go away. I can honestly say I have stared into pains of beauty, and it hurts.
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