he told me i was beautiful,
and i didn't believe him.
"that's what boyfriends say."
and i hadn't had a lot of those.
i'd been cute, a few times.
i'd been pretty, once or twice.
i'd been awkward and gangly, most times.
but he said beautiful.
and i knew he was wrong.
i knew it.
no makeup, i said.
in this baseball hat?
this tshirt is two decades old.
but he said it again.
and with his calloused fingers on my arms,
and his face a few inches from mine,
and the reflection of my own dark eyes in his blue ones,
for the first time,
i thought he might be right.
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today's blog is my response to the weekly journal prompt,
via harley & jane
now go read their lovely posts on this prompt and link up your own!
10 comments:
This is cute!
I really really love this. It's so lyrical.
And don't they say a tshirt is the cutest?
xo
Uhm. Love.
Yes yes yes. Win. And whoever (whomever?) this blue-eyed, calloused-fingered man was, he was right.
I love love :)
You're such a stellar writer. Seriously.
that was so wonderfully written! I know how it feels when someone makes you feel beautiful :)
~Sarai
Hi! Just browsing through your blog. This was so sweet. Lovely writing, I let out a big 'aw!'
beautiful! i love this :)
So well written. And sigh-inducing.
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