She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.
She grew up in a family of six, the eldest,
she learnt responsibility at an early age.
As she grew, stronger, brighter,
she instilled a light and cheer to whomever she met.

She was not beautiful,
but she made others feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,
a little boost the 'man' needed to go to college.
They become fast friends and she fell,
fast in love with her rugged handsome student.
The 'man' then finds himself in a dilemma.
He soon found himself in love with a girl.
Girl who was so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.
Her hair was a halo of light around her,
her eyes were the bluest blue of the ocean.
"Like an angel," he tells his tutor.
"Like a beautiful angel."
The girl swallows a lump at her throat.

She was not beautiful.
She did not possess the heart of the one he loved but she did not care.
As long as he was happy, she would be or so she tried to.
She helped him write the most beautiful letters to his angel,
all the time visioning it was she herself receiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes,
say the right words, buy the right gifts for his angel.
His angel brought him much joy and much pain
to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive.

Then one day, all hell broke loose.
The angel he loved left him for another man, a richer, more successful man.
The boy was stunned, was so hurt, he did not speak for days.
The girl went to him.
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.
He was hurt and so did she.

Time went by and so the wounds heal.
The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor he never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly
or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.
Or how simply beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!
Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.
One day, he picked up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous and fidgeting,
running his thoughts over and over in his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her.
He knocked..........No one was home.

The next day he found out.
The beautiful girl he fell in love with had a brain aneurysm that put her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and---the family decided to let her go.
One final time he got to see her.
He stroked her hair.
And he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried for he'll never see her smile or hear her speak his name.
He cried....
But it was too late....

The beautiful girl was buried
and the heavens broke out in a beautiful spring shower,
a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world
and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what it is to be loved.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

-anonymous-