Looking at her reflection in the mirror she realizes how beautiful she is. She’s been like that her entire life and that’s the first time she spends some time admiring it. “I’m so silly”, she thinks, how can she look at herself and feel so desirable? She then thinks of her former lovers and remembers how often they said she was pretty. “They had to”, otherwise they wouldn’t be her lovers. She smiles at the belief she couldn’t be without any of them. She looks at the reflection again. “I wouldn’t exist without you”. I’ll never know if she’s talking to herself or to the person who lives inside her that I never had the chance to know.


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