Photoshop (very short story)

I met X when I was 5 years old at a family gathering, she was an evil little bitch who looked innocent but tortured me when no one was looking our way

We grew up together, I was the dreamy adolescent boy and she was the tomboy in our little group who never stopped hitting, biting and kicking me whenever possible, I've always dealt with her like she was my brother… I always thought that this dudette can never turn into a girl… EVER

We've spent a lot of time at each others', watched movies all night and even slept on the same bed… yeah she was literally my Brother

We went to different universities but still we studied together and spent our summers in the same house… I used to tell X everything, she was my best friend and I've always seen her as family, a friend but never a woman

Years passed by but we never lost contact

Being a professional photographer, she asked me to "retouch" a picture that I took of her to make her look– and I quote - more perfect than she already is, and it hit me…

I've always seen this smile, but it never captured me

I've always seen this face, but I never stared

This very shot I took suddenly made me see her in a totally different way

I looked at this picture for hours and couldn't move my eyes away from her amazing smile with her perfect pearly teeth, her shiny hair and glowing eyes.

She was the most beautiful bride I've ever seen… How could I ever let her go?

I would have never guessed that she would torture me for the rest of my life when no one was looking my way…