You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It Novels & Stories

People often say, it only takes 3 seconds to impress the other person, but for me, I lost my youth just to be noticed by her. Although we are very close, always by each other's side, feelings are inherently difficult to talk about and make people afraid. I'm still like that, silently beside my beautiful, talented friend. From a young age, she had an artistic talent, beautiful singing, and dancing, she is a symbol of a perfect person, with a kind heart, likes to help others, but likes to bully me, likes to be angry, and likes to hit you. It is these little things that have imprinted the image of a girl in my heart.

“Something devastating must have happened. I know. I recognize the signs, because I see so much of myself in you.” My throat had stopped working the moment she began to speak. Her dark catlike eyes were deep. That mysterious aura around her was deep. And I could see a part of myself in her sometimes too. For the first time in never, I could feel that she somehow understood how fucking messed up I was without me saying a word. She tentatively raised her hand to touch my jaw, “You are a gorgeous man. But the most beautiful people endure the ugliest types of pain. Everyone might see you as something else, but I can see that you are largely misunderstood. Because I am misunderstood a lot too.”

Nothing about her suggested status or importance. And yet something about her had caught his attention. She moved quietly, carefully, like someone who had trained herself to take up as little space as possible. Like someone who understood survival depended on going unnoticed. But when she turned, he saw her face. She was beautiful. Not in the polished, deliberate way noble women were beautiful. Her beauty felt effortless. Natural. Dark hair framed soft features, but there was nothing soft about her eyes. They were sharp, observant, intelligent. Aware.

she couldn't fool me even if she tried I could see that everybody was staring at me. Like Darcus had said earlier I was going to be the center of Attraction and attraction I was. "Some people over there have been murmuring about how you are one of the most beautiful women here tonight. Do you consider yourself beautiful?" Even if I did I wasn't going to explain to her how I felt because it was of no essence. "I think you are also beautiful yourself and I don't think we should pay much attention to how we look , instead we should pay more attention to how we treat others. That is the hallmark of being beautiful not really by what you can give to people." I responded immediately, cutting her o

"You're beautiful." The word felt inadequate. She was more than beautiful—she was sunset over the Atlantic after a storm, she was the first breath of spring after a brutal winter, she was every damn thing he'd convinced himself he didn't need until she'd walked into his life and proven him spectacularly wrong.

I mentally made a note to apologise to her tomorrow morning. I gently pull the blanket away from her face, caressing a few strands of hair.She looks so peaceful and innocent. I never realised before how beautiful she really is. If only she knew about it and had done something about it. But then again, I don't want her to change for anyone. Without any effort, she manages to attract unwanted attention. I wonder what it would be like if she was obvious about her beauty. I lay on my bed and covered myself in a soft duvet. I slowly drifted to sleep.

"Meanwhile, in the mirror, I almost got tired of my appearance because it was so dirty. My eyes are not so dim as to not know the difference between ugly and beautiful." “Kris, do you think I'm not telling the truth here? Well, in my eyes… you are really beautiful.” He tightened his grip on my cold hands. "You think you're not beautiful, so that's what your eyes see. Avoid that, Kris.” “It's not-”

she joked. "I can't help it, you're so beautiful when you're like that." "Like what?" "Unaware ... contemplating ... inside your busy head ... one can only wonder what part of your life you're assessing at the moment ... if you're happy about it ... or unhappy about it ... something you wanted to change ... and then you realized something about yourself, you learned something and you make sense of things ... that's when you snap out of it and realized that I was watching you all the while you were traveling to the moon and back."

He seems to put a drug on her, which makes her have no conscious at all. ”What a beautiful angel that was sent from the heaven. I am sure that you are a priceless treasure” They say that beauty is power, that beauty can be your most powerful weapon. Beauty is something that everyone must attain in order to be treated fairly in this world, but then? There is also saying that 'too much is dangerous'. The fact that Lily Morgan was such a beauty that can even be compared to those beauty that goddesses have. It also makes her feel a doubt whether she can be safe in this kind of world.

He was an incredible dancer. "You have turned every man's head in this place without even noticing. You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?" He said, looking into her eyes. "And it's not just your pretty face or your body. It's so much more. You aren't ashamed of being who you are. That's my favorite thing about you, you know? Well, so far anyway. I can't think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself. I'm a lucky bastard convincing you to come here with me tonight. Thank you."