I'm laying here staring at this beautiful work of perfection, trying to figure out how we have gotten to where we are. For those that don't know I've been dating Jenn for 3 years now and the love we once had was immaculate. Now it's like we coexist. Laying here in our bed on two different sides with two different blankets and a valley of open space between us. All love has been lost but neither one of us will let go. I guess you can say we've grown comfortable and we don't want to learn new ways. These moments I stare at her I remember just what it is I loved about her. Her beauty no doubt she has the most flawless, olive skin and eyelashes that could make you catch your breath the moment she bats her eyes at you and juicy, full lips that cover an award-winning, Colgate smile. It is also in these moments I start resenting her. I resent that she sucked me in with her beauty. She sold me a dream that I foolishly bought into simply because she was beautiful. She promised me that we would live a great life. She promised me that she’d love me forever. She promised that we would see the world together. Those silk lips sold silver linings that her personality couldn’t sponsor. Underneath her perfect swirl of African American and Indian skin she was not the beautiful person I’d hoped she would be.