And so now I understand - that's how love works. It means that someone looks at you and to them you look good and, for them. Whatever you do is fine. Then after a while you begin to look at yourself as they see you. You begin to like yourself. Your mop of fuzzy hair becomes luxurious, your lumps become curves, your sharp tongue turns into wit, your funny clothes become stylish - or at least endearing. You are quite changed. At least for as long as that person is looking at you.