This is a short story I wrote reccently. The girl symbolizes me, and the guy symbolizes Taylor. Hope it's enjoyable, Though it is'nt anything near to what I usually write. Just something that popped into my head:)
She takes a deep breath as she looks at her reflection in her mirror.
She scrutinizes every plain of her face.
The same skin is there, fair with a light sprinkle of pale freckles on the bridge of her nose and crests of her cheeks which clearly announce her Irish heritage.
They are the same eyes that stare back at her: almond shaped and forest green, framed with ash blond lashes and shadowed with that same ashen blond in her eyebrows.
Her hair is still the same shiny, golden waist length strands as always. Her beloved hippie hair.
She turns her head, seeing the hollows in her cheeks that came naturally and without starvation. She looks at the angle of her jaw and the way her chin is neither too pointed nor too round.
She faces the mirror again.
Her nose is still long, straight, and narrow.
She leans back to look at herself completly.
Her eyes widen as she sees his reflection in the mirror.
He is smiling at her, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
She turns around, her cheeks burning.
He only smiles more, his eyes filled with love.
He walks across the room and stands in front of her.
He reaches for her hand, which she has let fall to her lap, and looks down into her face, raising her bowed head gently with one hand.
Her cheeks are still red as her eyes meet his, and what he sees in them is the self doubt that makes him want to cry every time he sees it.
�Hey beautiful,� he says to her and kisses her lips softly.
She looks away and strands of her hair fall across her face as she shakes her head gently.
�No,� she whispers.
He squeezes her hand.
�Yes, baby, you are,� he tells her, a hint of the desperation he feels, to strip away all her doubts about herself and make her see, in his voice.
He tries to catch her eyes, but she hides them from him behind a golden curtain of hair.
He reaches up and gently clasps her face in both his hands. He lifts her head up and pushes her hair away from her face and behind her ears.
Her eyes meet his, full of sparkling tears, her lips trembling.
He turns her so that she is facing the mirror again, his hands traveling down her face and neck to rest on her shoulders.
He leans his head down to whisper in her ear, his eyes never once leaving her reflection, �How can you be so blind?�
She stares at his reflection, then at her own.
She tries to forget all the hateful things that have been said to her since she was a little girl, and she looks at herself with his eyes.
He watches as her eyes warm and a smile spreads itself across her lips and his heart fills with joy as she turns to him and throws her arms around him. He feels a tear as it falls from her eyes onto his neck.
His voice is hoarse with feeling, �I love you.�
She whispers against his neck, �I love you too baby. Thank you.�
9:01 a.m. - 2004-05-19
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