I remember that floral wallpaper you put up on the walls, you thought it would look nice with your victorian dresser. The edges were beginning to peel. I thought that made it look nicer, I thought that the imperfections gave it more character. You were disgusted by the sight of it.
Good bye, wallpaper.
He thought you would look nice on his arm. He thought that the sparkle in your eye would compliment his chisled features, that your long hair would draw attention to his new coat. You began to age, time took it’s toll on you and suddenly your eyes were sparkling for a different reason. Glazed over, I still found them as beautiful as I did before. I thought that your imperfections gave you more character. You were disgusted by the sight of yourself.
Good bye, darling.
I know it may be late, but I want you to know that you are beautiful. You live in a beautiful place, you have beautiful eyes and beautiful hands and everything about you is beautiful. Love yourself the way that I love you, and you will be alright.
You would have been alright.
