in a hundred words.

You’d tell me I am beautiful.

You’d take my hand and lead me to a beach overlooking a perfect sunset. Dinner would be simple, on a picnic blanket under the stars with music from your guitar for company. You’d smile at me, smile like you have never smiled at anyone ever before. Then, when the moment is perfect, I’d close my eyes and you’d lean in to kiss me under those glittering stars. It’d be magical.  

I open my eyes, but it is her hand you’re holding, her lips you’re kissing.

In my mind, you’d tell me I am beautiful.