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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…I noticed it today - when somebody really likes you, they almost physically project their vision of you on your face, shoulders, hair…
As if they are the movie director of your entire being, as if they dimmed the bright revealing light of the Operating Room and put you in a candle-lit castle…
And suddenly you feel it, almost physically…
So you go to the restroom of the Chinese Bistro, and whisper in disbelief: “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall…” And you see yourself through his eyes from the very depth of the unpolished mirror – skinnier, stronger, younger, with that distinguished wet glitter in your eyes, as if you never cried in your life; you just always stood under the rain just like a flower. And rain was bringing out your beauty.

And it never really matters how you feel about the person, how they see themselves in the mirror after you looked at them. They just keep projecting, keep seeing you the way they want, keep shooting the uncut version of your flight through their Universe…

I came out of the bathroom and wanted to tell him: “This is such a fraud. This is my last ten minutes in your life! ”
But I never did. What he created wasn’t mine to ruin. I was a flower. And they don’t talk to the rain.