A Thousand Words

The thing was, the photo I had, it kind of didn’t really look like her. It sort of did. If you knew her, you could see it. But that’s only if you knew her. I mean- she’s just not that pretty. She’s not not pretty, she’s just not that pretty. She looks different. Less… slick. Less… stunning. Just... less. That photo would stun people. People would go, wow, who is that? And I’d say, oh, that’s my girlfriend. And they’d look at me in this new light, and I’d feel a glow that would make me feel... good. I remember one guy, this guy, he saw a different picture. And he said, oh, is that her? I remember that Oh. I am haunted by that Oh. What did he mean? Oh.