the diary of a girl named joanne

the most beautiful woman in the world is a woman in love…

an old chinese saying. at least that’s what she felt about herself.

well, if you really ponder about the saying, you could somehow eventually see that there’s some truth to it. look at her, she’s all glowing, her eyes twinkling, her smile so sweet, her hair wavy soft tender and so fine – as black as ebony… there seems to be a “light” about her… that mysterious light that outshines the rest.

i guess when you’re in love, you will feel as if you’re on top of the world and there’s no one else as high or above you. what can make you happier than being with the one you love? what can make you prettier than having someone who loves you, tell you that you’re the prettiest thing the world could ever have? what can make you more satisfied than knowing there’s always someone who sticks by you day and night under any circumstance? whenever she’s with him, the whole world seems so calm, as if the world’s the safest place to live in. and above all, when he says “i love you” to her, the world just stops at its pace…so still…feels like they are the only humans in the universe, if only they could freeze the moment. she sleeps like a baby in his arms, so warm, so cozy, so comfortable.

she’s beautiful because he loves her. not many people can understand this simple yet profound sentence. all she needs to feed on and live is his love. and she’s more than fortunate to have him, who loves her more than she does him. that’s what most girls want in a relationship – a guy who cares for her, a guy who thinks about her day and night, a guy who dreams of her when he sleeps, a guy who would go the extra many miles to make sure she gets what she wants, a guy who adores her, a guy who worships her like a goddess.

there’s indeed nothing better than these.