My girlfriend is getting old
I have a woman friend that I have been very close to (near marrage a few times (but thats a different story)) since 1992. A beautiful girl, petite, elfin, and full of sparkle.
I was visiting her home a few weeks ago, and she handed me some picutres one of her friends had taken of her.
I looked at them and gasped to myself "who is this middle-aged woman!"
It was shocking. I look at her, and I see the vivacious 35 year old I met in 1992. Handed pictures with an unknown backdrop and clothes I've never seen before, and I'm suddenly looking at a 47 year old woman I have never seen in my life.
Then i look back at her live, and try and remove the vibracny and memory from my vision. Yes, she is old. Yes, I am old.
But that's a real effort. Stop thinking about it, and she once again looks to me to be the beautiful young thing I've always loved.
Who you are and how you appear mean nothing without context. I see waht I want to see, not the harsh strobe-lit reality, and I'm OK with that.
I was visiting her home a few weeks ago, and she handed me some picutres one of her friends had taken of her.
I looked at them and gasped to myself "who is this middle-aged woman!"
It was shocking. I look at her, and I see the vivacious 35 year old I met in 1992. Handed pictures with an unknown backdrop and clothes I've never seen before, and I'm suddenly looking at a 47 year old woman I have never seen in my life.
Then i look back at her live, and try and remove the vibracny and memory from my vision. Yes, she is old. Yes, I am old.
But that's a real effort. Stop thinking about it, and she once again looks to me to be the beautiful young thing I've always loved.
Who you are and how you appear mean nothing without context. I see waht I want to see, not the harsh strobe-lit reality, and I'm OK with that.
posted by Alex Kinnison at 3:08 PM
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