What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

Let the glossy spreads have their heart-stopping, head-turning kind of beauty. Give me the heart-filling beauty instead. Jolie laide, that's what I would choose. Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.

What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?