A Love Story

There was once a boy who loved a girl very much. The girl, was awfully gorgeous. But the thing was, she could never love herself. People often told her how wonderful she was, how lucky, but never did she understand what they meant. And this boy saw her beauty on the outside and deep inside, and loved her with all his heart. One day, the boy found the girl crying and told her the things he loved about her. And only that way, she would stop crying. It looked as if she seemed to believe all the things the boy said about her, and deep inside, the boy truly meant it, every sentence, every word about her. 

Day after day, he thought of all the countless things he could think of about how all the things he loved about her. From the way she dresses to the way she responded each time they touch to her skin, the thing that she hated most about herself, he explained to her how she was the best thing that has ever happened to him. She would smile each time he said about the thing he loved about her and he never stopped.

One day, the boy noticed that she stopped smiling. She didn't seem to have much interest in what he had to say. He held her hand and stroked it, but she delicately pulled away. She sighed, and looked at him right into the eyes, and then stared at the empty field in front of them. She told him how happy she felt and how much she treasured each moment spent with him, but those moments, they were not enough. She was grateful that she had someone who could love her more than she did. But that was not what she wanted. She didn't want someone to loved her more than she could ever love herself, she wanted someone who could teach her how to love herself, how to love the skin she's in, how to love again. She thanked him again, and gave him a genuine smile, one that he hasn't seen in a while, and left quietly.