She was.

She was always more beautiful the next day than she was the one before. Not because she wasn't stunning, but because each day she gained more of herself for people to fall in love with. Each memory made, was another for her to tell. I fell in love all over, every moment she shared from her day. Another day I got to love her was more beauty added to her, because I got to see another day worth of her loving me back. And my, she had a way of making you shine with the special way she loved. I know that love is often spoken of, but happiness is contagious right? I think people just want to make others feel how they feel by sharing their happiness; and my happiness was her.