allure
Over the years I’ve found a pretty face is…just another pretty face. I acknowledge, enjoy a handsome man, smile at the natural beauty of a woman, but those I see often tend to blend in with the others…save one. Now, months later and I still feel my face warming at each visual, an instant smile and crinkling around my eyes upon viewing the same.
As a teenager I transformed to mush in the presence of an obsession, and I’ve displayed my tilted smile with nervous energy on first dates. I have been anxious, felt inadequate but for once I am not unnerved, nor uncomfortable. Such an unfamiliar difference this new face brings, and exhilarating company aside, I am grateful for the reoccurring chances to enjoy…and will not hesitate to pursue more. My usual self-questioning while gazing into the mirror increasingly fades as I see, twinkling eyes, welcoming lips, age-defying features glowing with the color of weekend sun, and at times, glistening from exertion.
I write of such things, of one face, as it is burned within my mind, an unshakable image no matter the attempted distractions.
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