Dear Beauty,

Is what I see in the mirror a realistic representation of how others see me?

Can you ever love someone like me? Is the chemistry I feel with you - the heart skipping, the nervous fidgeting and awkward silences even though there's a million things I could say - existent in your world, is it reciprocated?

Tell me, do you see beauty or are you seeing beast? Is your silence enough to know your sight to be one of pure friendship and unrequited attraction when looking at me? Do you see what I see when standing in front of the mirror that starts from skin and bones to the very depths of my soul? I hope you don't.

Would you mind if I found the courage to ask?

Beast