She laughed at all my jokes even when they weren’t funny, was a great listener, who had a mystique that drew me closer and closer until the looks that killed revealed that one mark. Here was a 10 in almost anyone’s book but that small discretion kept getting larger and larger. It was hidden from the world and so small most would have to look through a microscope to see it but it appeared to get bigger and bigger as if the Blob was taking over her entire persona. Her smile had that mark, her laugh left that mark on me until it became apparent I had to leave.
I decided instead to be with someone who had the imperfect laugh, body and smile for there were so many imperfections that when I saw that beauty mark it stood out. So today when she has that imperfect look or remark all I see is that small beauty mark and it makes her a 10 in my eyes. Strange but not true.