I think in anyone’s eyes you are beautiful, and where self-doubt would come from I would hope you saw it as a projection from someone, who sought to control you because they thought by placing doubt they could? That person had no control over themselves, so they tried to control you? It’s an evil trick by bullies, who suffered the same abuse? If you stood before me, I would have a deep crush. Rather than be mean to make you feel bad about yourself and make you think that I could save you, I would see myself as grossly inadequate. I would be shy, demure, never say a word. Facing people, who make our emotions tumultuous and who are ultimately the most important, make us sad or happy, lonely or hopeful. Your name alone makes me desirous of you. And when I look at your picture, I try to think of words I might say to make you like me, but I silently concede defeat.