The girl i love mentioned something a long time ago that really bothered me; I know it really bothered … bothers me because I still remember it; I don’t remember much. Most of my memories are of her; ones that make me happy, mad, sad… ones that make me care about her…
The memory was one of hesitation. In the infatuation of telling each other how much we love each other & how beautiful each other are, there was that moment of hesitation. I don’t remember exactly how she worded it, something like:
“But girls like me don’t age well…”
The memory ends there.
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I don’t really like looking at other girls.
I can find beauty in pretty much anyone, and I tend to find most girls “Pretty…:”
Though, I try not “checking out” girls. It’s partly out of respect for them, but what keeps me honest about it when I’m not in my most morally upright moments, it’s the fact I play this… let’s say “little game” with myself where I like trading my eyes with people I care about. I like to imagine that when we finally invent time travel, in the future when I’m finally with my wife, she’ll be able to relive all the missed time we were apart…
So, I don’t really look at girls that I think might make her jealous…well, sometimes I do, but that’s more of a joke to rial her up…
However, if you could look through my eyes, you’ll see me checking out older women, being a little more flirtatious with them at work. It’s partly about respect, since by that point, women have…I won’t comment on women at the point; I’ll just say i recognize the appreciation older women have to be … by a “handsome young man…”
I specifically look for women that I imagine she might look like…I especially look for her smile…
I just want her to know, no matter when I say, when I tell her she’s “Pretty'” she’ll know it’s not just lip-service
She really is that beautiful…
Still & Always
♡Sugar☆World☮ 