Her

"She was never much to look at. But she didn't need to be. She saw enough beauty in the world and in the people around her, what she saw when she looked in the mirror didn't matter much at all. Even though she had a light in her eye and she glowed when she smiled, she had a certain sadness to her, you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it was there.
She was like a mossy stone wall in the middle of the forest or a deteriorating wooden cabin along side the river, you knew it once was full of life and it had a story on why it was put there in the first place but now nature has accepted it as its own, grew around it and gave it a different kind of beauty then it once was. She could look into your eyes and see the moon and the stars when you didn't even know the color of hers. She felt everything so deeply, like seeing the sunset on the ocean, or the burnt trees in the fall, something that's so ordinary to others, she always looked at like it was her first time and you'd just have to stop and admire it with her until she inhaled the scenery. She loved hard, forgave, and laughed like she never experienced pain. But you can tell sorrow lived there. Somewhere in that head of hers. But the thing was she didn't want you to know, she wanted everyone too see her how she made everyone feel. She didn't care about being loved back or the most valued. All she wanted was to help others see the beauty in theirselves and this world. She was never much to look at. But she didn't need to be.
Because she was beautiful to me."