The Faces We Wear
№27 of the💯Story Challenge
A lock of hair dipped down, covering an eye as you proposed. Sandy blond, concealing deepest blue. I thought to let my mask slip then. When your vision became one I would be exposed, but you smiled. The show goes on.
Babies and birthdays, years flitted by. Anniversaries, paper, crystal and jade. The house grew full, then the birds flew out. I donned painted…