LJ Idol 8, Topic 4: "What Does Narcissism Have to Do With Me?"
Ordinary. That's what I am, and I know it. It is all I have ever been. There is nothing special about me, not in regards to my looks, intelligence, or mundane upbringing. I am commonplace, one small flower in a field of blossoms.
But when I see myself reflected in his eyes, so deep and blue, I am beautiful. His vision elevates me to the next echelon. I feel my self-imposed boundaries expand exponentially - I am smarter, more alluring, and refined.
He makes me shine.
I reach out my delicate hand and lovingly touch his pale cheek, so soft and supple. As I pull my fingers away, I am surprised to discover they are wet.
"Why are you crying, my love?"
His mouth moves in a silent echo, but the words fail to penetrate my nimbus of desire.
He opens his strong arms invitingly, and I lean in, my inexperienced body accepting his generous offer. I could drown in his eyes.
My breath stops as our lips meet for the first time.
Together, we are one.
But when I see myself reflected in his eyes, so deep and blue, I am beautiful. His vision elevates me to the next echelon. I feel my self-imposed boundaries expand exponentially - I am smarter, more alluring, and refined.
He makes me shine.
I reach out my delicate hand and lovingly touch his pale cheek, so soft and supple. As I pull my fingers away, I am surprised to discover they are wet.
"Why are you crying, my love?"
His mouth moves in a silent echo, but the words fail to penetrate my nimbus of desire.
He opens his strong arms invitingly, and I lean in, my inexperienced body accepting his generous offer. I could drown in his eyes.
My breath stops as our lips meet for the first time.
Together, we are one.