“The restaurant is a surprise.”
My heart skips a beat.
I had always seen this done for others,
but never for me.
He looks at me like I’m magic.
My face deepens to crimson red.
After years of my reflection being filled with hatred,
eyes filled with love feel different.
“You deserve it,” he says.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
“The restaurant is a surprise.”
My heart skips a beat.
I had always seen this done for others,
but never for me.
He looks at me like I’m magic.
My face deepens to crimson red.
After years of my reflection being filled with hatred,
eyes filled with love feel different.
“You deserve it,” he says.
Thank you Joe.
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