Life is kind of like a party. People come, others bail. People contribute, others mooch. But as the night comes to an end, after all is said and done, there are still those people who will help you clean up the mess- the mess they never created.
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