How come? How come you never heard how beautiful you are? Like seeing eyes can’t deny the pink in a flamingo unless those seeing eyes are colorblind, they would see how beautiful you are. Or perhaps they saw, but for reasons only known to them, they didn’t tell you how beautiful you are. Like one admires the orange in a sunset, the blue in a cloudless sky, and the dark in a sky full of stars at night… You are beautiful to look at. Beautiful to listen to, beautiful, it’s beautiful to get close to you.