Losing

It was the biggest mirror - completely opposite of the value of my existence. for the past few years I had mentioned this under my breath: it was her fault. Her fault in diminishing my significance. And I stood in front of this mirror for my night-shave. How funny it seems that my reflection is magnified by a few times as though I was looking down on myself. I applied the shaving cream on my face and spread it carefully. I took one stroke and another and another and another. Usually I never went beyond three strokes but this time it is an exception and it never bothered me. I continued to shave and took my strokes swift but gently. My beard seems to resemble the locks of Claudia. The amount of hair that was accumulating at my feet has now risen to knee level. Where did I go wrong? Are there just things in life I'd never know?