darling let me define the term ‘beautiful.’
beautiful is laughter so loud that it derives from the pit of your stomach, so genuine and raw that you are not even aware of the moment so that you can treasure it.
beautiful is dancing around in your room like no one is watching, beautiful is singing in your car at the top of your lungs and not giving two effs on who can hear you.
beautiful is kissing both my parents on the cheek, both in sadness of the limited time I have with them but simultaneously of how much love I have for them and want to make them proud.
beautiful is those long late night drives speeding on an empty road with an atmospheric song facilitating my deepest thoughts. beautiful is dancing the night away in a room full of strangers, floating and not giving a care in the world.
beautiful is the twinkle in their eye when you find out more about a stranger, their history and culture enriching and engrossing you.
beautiful is watching nature’s enchantress, the seasons changing colours – your blessed eyes capturing the picturesque moment better than any camera could.
beautiful is the success of being incrementally fitter, adding minuscule, perpetual weights week on week.
beautiful is letting go, beautiful is being strong enough to say no, beautiful is learning how to no longer ruminate pessimistic thoughts.
beautiful is staying up to the early hours of the morning when the world is still asleep.
beautiful is finding yourself, beautiful is learning how to appreciate your own company, beautiful is learning to love how to be alone before anyone else can find the beauty in you…
🌙: that my love, is how I define what it is to be beautiful.