Your russet strawberry blonde hair glistens in the enriching sunlight,
your tall, boyish figure that you complain about, is entrenched in the most uniquely you clothing.
Burnt orange trench coats, knee-high converses,
black berets, golden beaded dresses,
dazzling deep blue one-shouldered dresses that belong in a disco club.
We read tarot on your carpet and discussed your birthday,
We danced together at the valentine’s day dance,
We watched the perks of being a wallflower until 10:30 last night.
You have multiple paintings from me in your room.
You give me food when all that is in my room is water and I’ve missed dinner.
I had been pulled to you by an unknown force the day of our meeting.
You have become one of my favorite people in my life.
You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Your personality is beautiful. Your wardrobe is beautiful. Your writing is beautiful. Your soul is beautiful.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. And you need to believe it more.
I love you and so does everyone on our floor.
Callie, you are so beautiful, smart, sweet, talented, important, and many more things.
