The worst part about dressing up is tying the tie. Repeatedly trying to craft the perfect knot, all the longer I have to stare at myself.
She often gets ready beside me, and I wonder what she sees in me. I can never get the knot right, always trapped in the heart of a standoff; a game of tug-of-war played by my mind—the optic nerves of my eyes used as ropes. Stuck between gazing into her beauty unnoticed and avoiding my reflection.
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
“Cute!” She smiles, nodding at my tie.
Yep, I’ll keep this knot.
Forever love cannot be untied, but withstands the true test of time, but 20/20 vision helps, too.
Perfectionism hurts!
Indeed!
Terrific story! In so few well-chosen words, I know both of these characters, and care about them. Kudos;
Thank you so much!
Very very good.
Thank you! 🙂
Great story. I love the play between the different types of knots. Well done!
Thanks! 🙂
Wonderful, touching, perceptive. Nice little comment on the “knots that bind.” Loved it.
I’m glad you enjoyed the read!