I study her the way I think you’d see her.
The curvature of her plump lips, the way her eyes hold mystery unlike the mirror in my eyes, the way her collarbones jut out oh-so elegantly; it’s the way her hips fill in and concave in all the right places in the areas where the flabs of my stomach protrude; it’s the way her naturally jet black hair is silky and wavy, unlike the raven dye that has faded from the ends…
