To be honest with you, I don’t have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug. Ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about and I have a heart; a heart that’s aching to see you smile again.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile