Category: Arthur Nersesian

Arthur Nersesian

I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn’t understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shadow of doubt stretched over all my conclusions. More often than not, things were as they seemed. But as I stared at her, she wasn’t as bad looking as I had once thought. I realized how all this time I had seen her the wrong way, and how one’s character affects one’s appearance. Although she wasn’t my type she was attractive. As I thought about her – the vulnerable intelligence, the violent honesty, and the fact that in the entire city she was the only one who took me in and fed me – she became more and more irresistible. Baited by an obscure beauty, trapped by an intense sorrow – all prior definitions had been overruled: this was love.