You told me about my smile lines, and how they form deeply in my cheeks. I saw them as evidence of a life full of laughs, a life worth smiling for, but for you it was a sign of my aging.

When I peer into the mirror, I now see where I’ll age first, the signs that are already appearing, and I can’t help but think if you’d mind, if you’ll see it too and think “she’s not what she used to be”. It’s true, I’m getting older.

I bought eye cream because I couldn’t help but stare at the dark circles under my eyes. When it arrived, it felt like something else came along with it; the epiphany that I was caving in. That I fear growing old in your eyes. 

Moi.R.D