We used to sit and listen to the sunset together, and you would tell me things. Now let me tell you something: you have never been more beautiful than when you weren't trying.
The sunset changed the way your face looked, from light to fading to dark, and the differences only made you more beautiful. It didn't have anything to do with anything else - just that we were there, and we were together, and you were one beautiful thing of a myriad of beautiful things under my eyes.
Back when my eyes saw everything as beautiful.
So I know things are different now, for me more than you - or maybe for you more than me, it's really hard to judge. But I wanted to let you know that. That you're kind of trying too hard, and that's not what makes you beautiful.