Reminiscing

That night he drove out to see her for the last time in his old Mercedes benz. She snuck out of her house unnoticed as usual and got into his car. He brought her pizza and he was drinking from a bottle of vodka. They lay in companionable silence on the reclined front seats, starring out at the stars through the open roof of his car. They knew they had lost eachother forever but there was still that comfort of each other's presence. She knew she would probably never find anyone who would respect her as much as he did; and he knew he would never love anyone else as much as he did her.
They held hands...unspoken regret in the air.

And after that night, they learnt to hate eachother to deal with being apart.

U G L Y

I just really hate that word. Especially when it is used to describe a person's appearance. I hate to see people rate a person's appearance by their idea of perfection. Beauty is relative to me. It is not one thing.
We all have the same basic features, just differently made...it's a thing of wonder if you ask me. None is greater than the other.
I have grown to fall in love with the variation of faces...to think of it as a fascination.
I like to see everyone and everything as art; and if you look from that perspective, nothing is ugly. Everything is just...the way they are made. "Beautiful" is what you make it.
The only ugly things under the sun are hatred, selfishness, wickedness, violence and the likes. But physically, no one is ugly. Everything is perfect.

You all different.  You all are special. You all are art. You all are beautiful💟

Art- Pablo Piccasso