He Was Meant To Be With Her

She rushed upstairs towards her room, rubbing her face with the tissue. Locked her room, went to the washroom and stood in front of the mirror. She washed her powdered face, liner, foundation and everything which overlapped her real face. Her soul was weeping, the tears were sliding from her eyes to the corners of her cheeks. No, she was not as beautiful as other girls. She cursed herself for being a wrinkled face, an unmatched complexion and a harsh beauty. This negotiation so swaddled her that she wanted to kill herself at the moment but suddenly a message knocked on her phone which distracted her. The message was from the boy whom she met 5 mins before downstairs for their marriage. His message was "Can you just see the real beauty, For me please? Look up and see the mirror again but this time with my eyes, the one who stole my heart through her unmatched tones and round circles. It's difficult and I know you won't believe me but All I want to say is, "You are beautiful the way you are!"

What's meant to be will always find it's way.