She still can’t fathom herself deserving of such good fortune; you.
Such an imperfectly perfect design; made with the finest touches and the finest brushes.
There’s nothing about you that is normal, or plain; all of you is magnificent – from your eye lashes, reminiscent of a fine black feather duster, to your hands, strong, patient.
To look at you is to look at art of the highest quality, of the steepest value.
And she has you.
And she, feeling as though some balance has been put out.
She hears the words and looks dripping from you, from your mouth and from your eyes and she stands amazed; unbelieving, but sure.
"I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely"
About Me
- Candice
- 'I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!'
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