Waiting on Love

The mirrors reflection showed the all too familiar women that stood in front of it, pale skin, freckles, limb brown hair (that was in need of a haircut and good styling), hazel eyes, a semi-full figure, and the height of anything but super model worthy. Looking closer she could see that her heart shaped face looked very ordinary to say the least, nothing that she could tell set her apart from anyone else (at least on the outside) look wise at least. She wouldn’t classified herself pretty but she knew that she was not very attractive (so said he ex-husband) but she was intelligent enough to know that at least once she had to be attractive for him to have actually married her… didn’t he? But she did find out the hard way that he did like to have his own verity in women along the way, it just took her some time to figure that last part out, heck who was she kidding she had been so in love with him that she lived in ignorant bliss for three years!