At lunch with some friends and family, the lady who used to be my neighbor asked me a question.
At 80 Years her face still looked beautiful. Her Red hair and green eyes popped and she still wore black eyeliner and nice outfits.
Is he still ... drop-dead ... Gorgeous she asked me, her voice hushed but rising with excitement.
I was shocked and had trouble answering. Finally my mouth formed the words as she waited impatiently.
Yes ... b b but
Oh good! She smiled excitedly!
Tell me more!
She didn’t understand.
It’s ... his mind.
I knew she couldn’t understand.
I never realized that a man like that can never know why you love him.
I never realized how insecure he really was.
She doesn’t understand the wall between us..
I never noticed him until he went out of his way to become my friend.
Every other quality about him is what opened my eyes.
It’s a strange cross to bear. Being given such precious gifts and not seeing them for what they are.
Not knowing you are loved.
It’s his mind.
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