You don't know you're beautiful

since what happened with harry,
I`ve stopped saying im ugly..
Harry made me understand its not true,
and that i`m actually beautiful...
now, since that day,
Harry and I are together,
that day,
when I came to Harry`s house to do homework,
kinda ended as a date...
we finished our schoolwork,
and Harry asked me out to the park...
we bought ice-cream,
we walked a little in the park, holding hands,
the evening came,
we sat by the lake, eating our ice-cream, talking, laughting, looking at the stars..
Harry looked at me, he said:
"there is, one thing I don`t understand"
"what harry?"
"what made you think you`re ugly?"
"hmm... It started when i was little, i I hated being photographed, I didn`t like how I look, I didn`t like looking in the mirror, when I looked in the mirror I always saw a fat ugly girl, even though I wasn`t realy one... I kept thinking that way... until i met you..."
I kissed Harry, He kissed me back,
I felt like I was in another world, like I got carried away into a dream,
A dream in which I'm happy,
only me, and Harry,
no problems,
Only Love...

Notes

today I decided to continue the story... tell me what you think :)