She studied the delicate features of the woman’s face. Her mother was ravishing, even in her 40’s. Petite nose, flawless complexion, high cheek bones and full blonde hair. She knew that this was her fate, and as the thought rolled over in her mind, she smiled. She felt beautiful. She is beautiful. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, all that means is to be beautiful you have to feel beautiful. That’s easier said than done. She is a spitting image of her mother. Maybe not on the outside, but the inside fits like puzzle pieces. The bond between a mother and daughter is a beautiful thing. Something to be cherished always, even if you don’t talk with your mother anymore know that at one point she loved you with all of her heart, and she probably still does. Where ever she is. She thinks about you. People think about you. Probably the people you would least expect too. It feels good to know that people think about you, but there’s always that one person you wish would think about you more. The one who’s always on your mind. You may be that one to someone and you might never know. Your secret admirer could even be the one you admire. Tell people how you feel; you never know if they feel the same way about you. And if they don’t it’s not meant to be.
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