Then there's you.

I try to imagine you but you're different. On facebook there's only six tagged photos of you.

I wouldn't know what to say if someone asked if you were beautiful. I couldn't say you were because I'd know the person's viewpoint and I'd know they'd think I was lying though you are to me, and there's so much to offer someone besides looks, like being intelligent and kind and funny.

I could say: she looks tender and vulnerable and sweet, and she covers it all with a brash exterior.

But you can't say that to anyone and everyone who asks.

I could say: she's lovely.

But that's a cop out.

I could say: we make a good pair.

And that is the best.