To that other person I may just be another face on the street, another body in the hallway...they may not even notice me there. But we share the beautiful. The beautiful is in the sadness of a lonesome tear. It is in the joy of a bride-to-be. It is in the summer afternoon spent having a lemonade stand and running through the sprinklers. A moment that must be captured then, and only then, or you'll miss it. It is part of the process of changing from a child to an adult. And part of the child that will always be within us. It is the thread in the fabric of life; a good long talk with an old friend or a decent cry when one feels lost. 'The beautiful' holds us together even when we could easily fall apart.
To the ones I love so dearly- you are beautiful. To the ones I don't know...you are too. So here is to the beautiful. The beautiful in me. And the beautiful in you.