lovely.
late evening.
she stands in the bathroom,
staring at her reflection.
she’s spent years despising
the person that stares back at her.
her eyes wander over her body,
her hair, her face, her neck,
her shoulders, her arms, her chest,
her stomach, her legs, her feet.
her mind distorts the mirror,
making her see
the worst.
she hasn’t liked what she sees
in a very long time.
he comes and stands in the doorway,
leaning on the doorframe,
arms crossed over his chest.
“is it happening again?”
he asks, a sad look crossing his face.
she looks at him in the mirror,
tears in her eyes.
“it’s never stopped.”
he walks up behind her,
placing his hands on her waist,
looking at their reflections.
“you know what i see when
i look in the mirror right now?”
he asked her.
she shook her head.
“i see the most amazing person
i’ve ever known.
i see a wonderfully talented person
who can do anything she puts
her mind to.
i see a beautiful, perfect girl
who i fell in love with
the minute i saw her.
she is everything i have
ever wanted,
ever dreamed of having.
she is the other half
that completes me.
i don’t know where i’d be
without her.”
she smiles a real, genuine smile,
the tears running down her face
are happy ones.
he leans down,
whispering in her ear,
“i will never let you forget
how lovely you are”
he looked into the mirror,
making eye contact with her.
they shared a smile, for they knew
this was love -
being there for each other
not only in the higher moments,
but in the lower ones too.
-m.s.