plot: the beauty inside


He said he would find me and hold my hand when he sees me, so I know that it’s him. But when I look at the face of the one holding my hand, I only see a stranger smiling at me. So I just smile back at him. One day is too short to get used to him. When that person touches me, I keep telling myself that it’s really him. But I can’t be sure about it. I try to feel him with my eyes closed, then I feel okay. I feel like I am going crazy.

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

Don’t need to lie, see I’m trynna get a grip on you mind
These other guys just trynna quick grip on your thigh
Sick of the lies
I know your last man, he just didn’t show you the real you
I see your soul, your energy
I can connect and feel you
I mean feel, the spiritual sense, way past the physical
Your body don’t need to be perfect
For me to be into you
I’m into you
I wanna show you my feeling that fit to you
Deep conversations, you need someone to listen too
Someone who opens up at the same time pays attention to every word you say
and understand how the things have been for you
—  Phora, “The Beauty Inside”