A Thought About Love #13 — Why Do I Keep Getting Uglier?

 

We met as friends at twenty.
At thirty, my wife proposed.

"We should get married now."
"Yeah, I guess we should."

Even after the wedding,
we've stayed friends.

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Twenty years in,
we sometimes have dinner
just the two of us, without the kids.

A quiet moment passes,
and my wife looks at me for a long while.

"Huh. When did you get so ugly?
Your eyebrows are almost gone."

Somehow, hearing that,
I felt like I'd gone from
some guy in the neighborhood
to a man who'd shown up for a blind date.