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By darwin Date: 2008 Mar 17 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.17.12.22.19142]] |
| He looks at me sometimes, and he gets this look in his eye, and I can't describe it. Like he's somehow trying to take as much of me in within a short time span as he possibly can. I don’t' know if he realizes that he gets this look on his face when he does. He had it so many times this weekend. I’d catch him, and it would be there. And I feel beautiful when he looks at me like that. I wonder what he sees when he does. I look at the lines from too little sleep, the dark circles that are probably only visible to myself. The eyebrows in need of grooming, the patchy winter skin. But that's just the superficial stuff. Does he see that my eyes are different colors? Or those freckles on my cheeks that keep popping up over the years. The scar underneath my lip from having a beauty mark removed years ago. Does he see the dot I have in my one eye that never goes anywhere? Or when I smile, the snaggletooth that hangs higher then all my other teeth. He says he likes my tooth. I wonder if he finds me beautiful because of my quirky qualities that seem to embody my skin as much as my personality. Does he love me because I can make him laugh doing a silly dance or by being naive sometimes. Does he love me for my belly that hangs an over my pants someday when I’m too full. Or for my love of the nap on a weekend afternoon. Does he love me for my melancholy moods that take me sometimes? Or for my happiness and love of joking around. Does he love me for the mornings when I wake up and my hair is everywhere, mascara smushed underneath my eyes. I don't know why he does, but I know he does. And that's enough for me. |