If I can show you how awful you made me feel. You will never be able to look me in the eye again.
Someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world.
I always look around, just in case you’re there.
Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how got to be so lucky.
It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.