in its own way.

It was not that she cared about appearances, nor even that she cared about him finding her attractive. But if she could look beautiful and pleasant, why should she not? And as she saw her reflection in the mirror before walking out the door that afternoon, she thought she looked rather nice. Not just that, but she felt it too: that she was as good of a person on the inside as she looked on the outside. That the interior and exterior were aligned and in harmony. This internal satisfaction only enhanced her beauty, because she smiled a more genuine smile, and spoke with a clear smooth voice. Perhaps her satisfaction was enhanced as well by the fact that he was there to see her beauty. And although he would never comment on it, she was sure he would notice how she looked today. She was grateful and happy to be able to look so pleasing for him. She knew it didn’t truly matter, and that it would not change at all how he would treat her – but still, it mattered a little, in its own way.

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

2 thoughts on “in its own way.

  1. his nerves were shot from his anxiety from months of built up passionate feelings but he knew of all the women in the valley there was none like her, it was beyond the obvious beauty she carried that every fair man seen or had the chance with, it was beyond her intelligence and her kindness to help her community, it was a passion that can only be described when they are seen together, pure electricity.

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