I couldn't help it.I couldn't help it. Tears flowed and ran down my face again, and my lower lip began to quiver. A pathetic specimen. I turned and looked up at his face. I saw admiration, love, and concern there. I looked back at my shaved forehead. Back at his face. "You can't.... I look so...." I said in a tiny voice. I wanted to believe him so much, but when I looked in the mirror it was so awful. He took me by the shoulders and turned me to face him. "Really," he said, looking straight into my eyes. "To me you are beautiful, and not just because you are mine, but also because you are just plain beautiful." I stood there, still in a daze, my eyes unfocused, my thoughts turned inward. I just wanted reassurance. I wanted to be sure he wasn't weird. At least not pathologically weird. I wanted to know he loved me. I reached up and zipped the front of the bodysuit back down to my waist. It took both hands with my thumbs inside the gloves. |