the glove compartment is inaccurately named

i truly believe that everyone is beautiful. somehow. some so much more visibly than others. but nonetheless, everyone. i hate to be cynical, or maybe its just the fact that we are insecure searching young adults, but it just amazes me how beauty so blatantly obvious and constantly stated, is rarely accepted by the person who emits it. or how it seems as though sometimes, so many people find you beautiful but you still find an empty space where the one person you wish saw you so beautiful, still doesn't seem to think so. i think that's why a lot of people find rationalization in being easy or whatever you want to call it. they get the automatic content of being "beautiful" for those few moments but are always subconciously truly searching for the deeper kind of admiration that doesn't easily pass. i smile modestly as people may say the most wonderful things but sometimes it seems like that space still hasn't been filled. i find people that i think could fix it all but it doesn't seem to work. but as they say, everything happens for a reason. i only hope that the person and reason i search for (or don't search for and hope they come along) will come...