Keep scrolling…looking. At every picture. Study the rounds of her soft brown eyes, cheekbones, hips. Look at her. Silky caramel skin. The smirk that caught your attention.
But I see more. I see imperfections. I see pain. I see fears, doubts, shaken confidence and a desire to love without the harsh reality of disappointment.
I can’t help but wonder what you see. If you see anything at all.