Monday, August 18, 2008

"You Look Beautiful"

"You look beautiful," he said as I was leaving.

"So do you," I said, bending over to kiss him goodbye.

"No I don't. I look awful. Don't look at me."

I wonder if he looks awful. He looks lovely to me, truly. Lying on the couch, infuriatingly unemployed, dopesick and miserable, he's beautiful to me. It's funny how that works.