It won't be much longer before Ajay understands that being termed 'beautiful'
is something reserved only for females.
'Handsome' doesn't cut it.
'Cute' hardly scratches the surface.
I just can't think of a better word to describe that generous dimpled smile and big, dark hazel eyes.
What else could I call those irresistible creamy, soft cheeks and perfectly pursed kissy-lips?
I linger there, on his beautiful face.
I see the tiny baby he was such a short time ago.
I look on him and dream of the man he will one day become.
He is beautiful.
He is beautiful.
He is so beautiful, to me.
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