This?

This?
Is nothing but a picture on a morning with nothing to do but be.

This?
Is the face of a young woman more interested in reading or writing than watching tv.

This?
Is the face of a young woman who could care less whether Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are on the rocks or if Britney Spears gained 10 pounds.

This girl?
Cares more about the Country music awards than any football game.

This?
Well she could talk for hours about traveling but couldn't read the map to get there. Good thing she wouldn't care.

This girl?
Finds the magic in anything. Give her a rock, and she'll tell you a story with meaning as to why the rock is sad.

These eyes?
Need glasses, yes, but can you find a more beautiful feature in the world? I dare you to try.

This?
Is what true beauty looks like. No make up. No bra. A t-shirt and sweats. Nobody around. Truly pleased with oneself as confidence glows.

This?
Is only a picture, yes, but inside, so many stories lie. Open with care and read with caution, for once you open the story, a character you become, as she writes you down in history.

This?
Is a glimpse into one's heart. What can you see? Fear of the unknown? Fear to love? Fear to not? Focus not on the flaws but on the ability to conquer.

This girl?
Has come a long way, but the journey has yet to begin.

This?
If a picture's worth a thousand words, where would you begin to unfold? Would you start with the dimple or the soft smile lines. The acne or the faded chapped lips. Maybe the hair and swirls that they entail.

This?
I swear you will only see once in your life. You best hope that once is enough because like a candle blown out, she'll be gone before the flicker fades.

**I smile for you. You know who you are. Three things. I'm still waiting.**