he told me i was beautiful,
and i didn't believe him.
"that's what boyfriends say."
and i hadn't had a lot of those.
i'd been cute, a few times.
i'd been pretty, once or twice.
i'd been awkward and gangly, most times.
but he said beautiful.
and i knew he was wrong.
i knew it.
no makeup, i said.
in this baseball hat?
this tshirt is two decades old.
but he said it again.
and with his calloused fingers on my arms,
and his face a few inches from mine,
and the reflection of my own dark eyes in his blue ones,
for the first time,
i thought he might be right.
today's blog is my response to the weekly journal prompt,
via harley & jane
now go read their lovely posts on this prompt and link up your own!