He calls her beautiful-

so often those words are on the screen,

waiting for her to say thank you for the compliment.

She does-

blushing on the other end,

giggling,

but doubting so often.

If you saw her, you'd think the doubt was fake-

she struts about, confidence showing in every step,

but that's all pretend.

She thinks-

if I pretend to be confident for long enough,

maybe I'll actually become it.

He calls her beautiful-

whispering it in her ear during those weekly calls,

she silences for a little, thinking about it,

her mind tells her it couldn't possibly be true,

but she says thank you anyway.

She smiles softly-

it looks more like a grimace.

He chuckles-

her heart melts.

He says-

I Love You-

Three words-

so special to her, happy tears fill her eyes,

she whispers them back softly,

scared that his whisper was a dream-

scared that her saying it will end it.

He calls her beautiful-

she hopes someday-

she'll be able to believe it 

too.

He calls her beautiful.