A month after Laurence passed, I went to a department store at the mall and headed to the cosmetics counter. I purchased a bag of moisturizers, serums and lotions all promising anti-wrinkle, anti-aging, anti-sagging.
I didn't know how to say it but I was really looking for an anti-grief formula. A product that would erase my grey, sagging, sad-looking complexion. Something that would bring back the sparkle that I had when I looked at Laurence. Something that would make me smile the way he smiled at me. Something that would make me excited and hopeful again.
Problem is, it's an inside job. (sigh...)
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