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.