Will Wonders Never Cease

He looks at her and wonders when she got so beautiful.

He wonders how he could have known her for so long without knowing anything about her. She's listened to his worries and concerns. Stood by him and consoled him when he told her his worst secrets: things he's felt guitly about for years.

He wonders what he's ever done for her? Listened to her calls in the middle of the night when she was too wasted to remember anything she said. And she never really told him anything. Her shame of whatever was bothering her was too much. She couldn't trust him with her secrets even when she was drunk. Probably because he isn't interested in her problems when she's sober. If she tries to talk about any of her fears he gives her standard "you'll be fine" advice until she retracts her thoughts with "you're right. I'm just being stupid."

And today he turned to her as she spoke of her new job, her new hobbies. No man in her life to speak of, but so happy. And he wonders when she got so beautiful. He wonders how he never saw how beautiful she is. He wonders if she knows how beautiful she is. Because no one has ever told her. He knows this. He's never told her. He wonders if he ever will.