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drabble: Perspective

Perspective

She bemoans her weight, lamenting the days when she wore size six and any bathing suit she chose. When she thinks she’s all alone, she runs judgmental fingers across the folds where once was flat expanse of skin. Each new wrinkle is cause for consternation, every white hair something which must be hidden with dye.

He thinks they are beautiful, a testament to life and age and years spent in each other’s company. And when he looks at her smile, instead of crooked teeth, all he sees is the way her face still lights up at the sight of him.
And coming from you, that means a lot. ^_^

So, this is my take on romance - no mushy stuff, just.... I dunno. Quiet love. Love shown rather than spoken.
I like this! It's literary without trying too hard to be literary (which always hits my "anger management" button). Poignant, and just good - nice!
I try not to be 'literary' - not that I'm sure what all that entails. My goal is to write something graceful and (I hope) true. Whatever else it might be is mere serendipity.

just good

That's what I'm shooting for - nice to hear I'm getting it. ^_^