Today

I don't often look in the mirror. I mean, I see myself but I don't really look.

As I was preparing to apply the ritual eyeliner for the event today, I stopped and looked.

Still looking young for my age but I have acne scars, minor bumps across my cheeks that probably only bother me, redness from scrubbing and crying. My age shows most in the minor puffiness and darkness under my eyes from all the sleepless nights and tears. My stress is visable in the "coin slot" present between my eyebrows. My happiness is clear in the parenthesis I now get when I smile.

Then I noticed, the one nonchanging thing on all humans... eyes. The flesh may wrinkle and sag around them but the eyes remain the same. Still brown. Still able to see with the aid of glasses. My body may be slowly eating itself but I still see through the same eyes that I always have.

The things these old eyes have seen and been through is imense.

Today a man who has meant everything to me will see my eyes and have no idea the pain behind them or the amount in which he has helped me through it. I have also faced the fact that tears may come from the sheer awesome of being able see him face to face, just like I always wanted. This was my "before I die" wish.

This feels like some kind of end of something. My eyes do not yet see the beginning of something else but I know it's there somewhere. The universe always delivers.