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I let Jake guide me because my strength left me minutes ago. “Bee,” with my hand on Jake’s chest, his hand on my waist while holding the other as we swayed, I met his gaze. “You’re beautiful.” I drowned in the depths of his brown eyes, his love and gentleness anchoring me to where I am. “Thank you.” Jake chuckled, hauling me closer to his body, “we made it here, somehow.” At that moment, I realized that the song playing was ‘Make It With You.’

(just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild) Can I just be wild? (just be wild) Without feeling like I'm failing and I'm losing my mind Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful

by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits She craves attention, she praises an image She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away Cause covergirls don't cry after their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars

She was beautiful. She was so beautiful beneath the falling rain. She was so beautiful standing by her locker in the morning, as if she were waiting for him with quiet hope. She was so beautiful when she slept beside him. She was so beautiful when she smiled shyly during their first dance. She was so beautiful beneath the glittering city lights on the night they walked together. She was so beautiful when she appeared between her father and cousin as Gaara came to pick her up under the moonlight. She was so beautiful when she told Gaara about the list of festival street foods she recommended he try once they arrived.

Layla drags me to the dance floor, Bampás laughs at me until mamá does the same. We slow dance to thelo na me nioseis (I want you to feel me) by Nikos Vertis, a song about love and wanting to be loved. "Even though I don't know what he's saying I can hear the emotion in his voice, his yearning." She says, swaying to the soft melody. "He wants to be loved." I said to her. "I wish I understood Greek." She pouts. I spin her and pull her to me, her round belly flushed against me.

I decided to break the silence. “The city is beautiful.”. I said calmly. It really was. Especially since I hadn't seen it in months. It used to look so ordinary to me, now it felt like a breath of fresh air. I guess you really don't know the worth of something till you lose it. “Yes, it really is.”. He said calmly. I always wondered how and why he kept such a stoic expression. I had to admit though, it did make him look more attractive. I had to come to terms with the fact that despite his previous actions, this man was drop dead gorgeous! I really couldn't keep denying it.

That part of the story does not seem important now. "You're different now," She says and I look at her. She has read my discomfort and I want to cry. She knows me more than any person in this world. This beautiful woman sitting here under this tree, with her lace top and black pants, saw through me as though I wore no clothes at all. "You helped him, even though he was black and you are white. You are not the person you were before that moment."

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

My hair packed in a bun, my earring dazzling under the dark light, my heels clicking hard against the tile floor. The makeup on my face made me look three times beautiful than I originally am. I look so dazzling, if I could say that to myself. I knew I was a true definition of beauty, just that pain wanted to snatch that away from me in the end. But now everything is over, I'm now a girl with the best life I could ever wish for.

I whispered to myself staring at her thin, lean but clean and beautiful hand, threading her fingers with mine and imprinting every little detail of it to memory. “I don’t know how to deal with them. I don’t know how to take care of them. They are so broken that I can’t even recognize them. Heck, I am barely hanging on myself.” I shook my head and stared at her face. She just laid there with her eyes closed, face so beautiful like she had just dropped straight from the skies.