You gently caress my arm and plant soft kisses on my neck.

Your hands know my body so well, but you still take time to feel every inch of me.

I can feel your breath on my skin. The familiar tingle and minty scent.

I softly sigh as I feel myself relax against you.

Your strong arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer.

You whisper, "you are so beautiful."

I feel myself cringe. I pull away and shake my head. "You're my husband. You have to say that."

I walk into the next room and begin to fold laundry knowing you are close behind.

"You always tell me that. But, you are beautiful to me." You say this with so much sincerity, but I still dont believe you.

I hate when you tell me this. I hate when you compliment my looks. I'm not pretty let alone beautiful.

I dont look like I did 6 years and 2 babies ago.

So, once again we part what was a relaxing romantic moment, by foolish words that destroys me further.

My confession: I hate my looks but I hate my husband complimenting them even more.