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It's true - we wear our experiences in every crease, line and wrinkle of our faces. 

Like the the subtle crow feet at the corner of our eyes. 

One day you look in the mirror and they're there. You hadn't noticed them the day before but in a certain light they expose themselves, folding deeper with the passage of time. 

And then there's the reveal - a moment within a relationship when time freezes like dust motes suspended in a shaft of moonlight - the partner you've shared the deepest intimacy with, suddenly and starkly transforms before your eyes. You see them as they truly are, not what your dependencies have led you to perceive them to be. It brings the future into focus in one fleeting glimpse. And it lays you bare. You see yourself. 

It's paradoxically terrifyingly comforting. 

And then it's gone. 

The lady returns, the lighting has shifted and you scold yourself for such frivolous fights of fancy. 

Yet nothing is ever the same again. 

She is never the same again. 

And neither are you. 

This isn't Karen. 

I've seen her in every conceivable light but there are no filters. No scales across my eyes. 

There is only magical purity. 

A soundness of spirit cocooned in a bubble of joyous sparkle that goes on forever. 

And if this is the mirror into which I must gaze, I could not have chosen more magnificently. 

She makes me beautiful. 

How can she not?