I see her walking across the courtyard, her hands awkwardly at her sides. She seems to focus on her footsteps, just trying to make it to class.
I want to walk with her.
There are tears rolling down her cheeks, they litter her hands, hands that try to hide them.
I want to hold her.
Her eyes glisten when she laughs and she always laughs, something so melodious you'd want to put it on replay for the entire day.
I want to tell her she's beautiful.
And when she thinks she's ugly, when she doubts her amazing capabilities,
I want to hug her.
So why can't i love her when she looks back at me in the mirror.