So she's beautiful, in this image. I don't think she thinks she is. She thinks she's maybe cute. Possibly attractive, sometimes. Not beautiful. I'd love to show her a picture of what I see in her words... there are quite a few people like that, here. Boy-ashamed, cryinsilence, soulcat... gods, if I could make them see... I would be so happy.

*wry grin* And that, sadly, is what it's about. My happiness. I find someone new and great and I show them what I see in them, give them a taste of that, of the beauty and power and all the things that they wish they had, that they don't know they have... but once they start believing in it, in themselves... the challenge is over. The thrill is gone, baby.

I am selfish... I uplift the universe, just so I can ride on their wings.

Wow... did that ever sound pretentious. *shrug* Eh, it's now nearly 2:00 in the morning, I have a pawful of gummi candy and generic honeycomb cereal, am once again wishing the pain would stop... forgive my not-so-poetic license, gentle readers. I'm just kinda strung out, and all I know is that one more beautiful, clever, wonderful person is falling apart and I can't make it stop.

I want to be able to make it stop. I can't cure myself... the closest I ever come is curing those around me. Shouldn't that be enough?