The Silver Fox
Date: Sunday, May 11, 2025
Mood: Vanity
Music: When We Were Young by Adele
Dear Richard,
I'm seeing more gray hair lately. Not in my beard—that’s been salt-and-pepper for years—but right at the temple. A streak of pure white.
I stared at it in the bathroom mirror for ten minutes.
I am older now than you were when we broke up. That’s a strange math to do in my head. In my memory, you are perpetually thirty-five. You are frozen in amber, smooth-skinned and stressed.
But I’m aging. My skin is looser. My eyes are tired.
I wondered, looking at my gray hair, if you would still find me attractive. Or am I invisible to you now? Did I age out of "The Type"?
Levi saw me staring at myself when he walked in. He kissed my temple right on the gray spot. "You're my silver fox," he said.
I wish I could see you age, Richard. I bet you look good in gray.
Love always,
Taylor