His shoulders

In comparison, it never bothered me that they were uneven, however as I see him in a new light my perspective of him changes daily. From the man, I would sneak out to see, to someone who I utterly despise (or I think so). Bold and strong, but not really. He's like the ocean, enough as it pains me to compare the two. I always liked the idea of him taking up space, filling my heart with exhilaration instead turning it into a vast space. An ocean went dry. The dryness that happened overnight. As if someone were to suck up all the passion for him from my soul. Maybe I am a bad person for noticing his body, the way he would slowly sway. What happened to seem like a gracious swan turned into a viciously ugly monster. I became possessive over the thought of his everything. To only realize my shoulders were always good enough. 

- To SL