I’ve always hated my reflection.

The way he’d stare back, follow my every move. Never offering any sort of advice or wisdom.

He showed me my every imperfection. The scar across my cheek, the bags under my eyes.

What I hated even more than that damn reflection was that he was free.

I want to feel the sun on my skin. I want to feel the touch of another.

To be beyond the mirror....