Beautiful

The cool morning breeze blew my bangs out of my sun-shaded eyes as I frolicked towards the library. I knew there were going to be imperfections in my attempted perfect day, but they only made it more precious. 

I smelled the scent of a close friend who had once wore my jacket as i pulled it over my head. 

I smiled. 

I left for class early so I could bask in the autumn weather, soaking up rays as the wind counteracted it create the best blend. I saw my classmates, most of whom I didn't know until this semester.

They were smiling. 

I wrote an entire play scene with no words, about something so ridiculous that my self conscious being told me was not something anyone would enjoy. I warned the teacher before I read it aloud that he may find my characters actions offensive and slightly disturbing, he allowed it. Surprisingly he found it funny.

He smiled.

I ate lunch with a girl I've never met before.  She needed help with making her class schedule next semester.  Her eyes were glimmering, like she was excited about learning what these classes had to offer.  She had the best laugh, she was full of energy, and smelled of flowers. I still don't know her name, but more importantly, we enjoyed it.

She smiled.

What I learned from this attempted perfect day. . . .

You're beautiful. Even if you never hear it, or only hear it from people who you think have to say it.

You're beautiful.  So smile. (: