Austin's Ambrosia

He never understood why it never happened. He wanted to be able to say it was her fault; but the blame was very much on him as well. He saw her every other day, always dressed up and primed nicely, a friendly smile always aimed right at him. She wasn’t your stunning Aphrodite, but she was no hunchback either. She was pretty; the kind of pretty that could always become beautiful with the right mix of temper. And, known for her soft spoken kindness, she could’ve been seen as beautiful.

Or, better said, he could’ve seen her as beautiful.