How I Met My Wife

I am not a mosaic
To the beholder
Just an abstract
To the seeker

* Before I met my wife, I’ve had such a bad run with women, so many rejections when asked out, as if I had nothing to offer (every woman I guess saw only a fragment of me and rumors of being gay didn’t help too). Let this be a lesson to any man or woman; that everyone is a beautiful piece of abstract art capable of manifesting her true beauty only to the seeker’s eyes.

Man crying

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