Mark never thought Mimi as pretty.
He thought her big brown eyes were horrifying. They were almost like cows' eyes. Large, and innocent, and sickening.
He hated her long stringy hair that so easily called attention to her. And the locks of her wavy, flowing hair reminded him of a polluted ocean.
Her lips looked pink and delicate to him, the way an innocent baby pig is before it gets slaughtered.
When he looked at her body, it was all long and gangly, he only saw a young child that Sally Struthers advertised.
No, Mark never thought she was pretty.
He knew she was beautiful.
He hated how she contained all beautiful features. How she got all this praise for it.
He hated how someone so gorgeous, could still have the personality to match.
He hated how no matter how much he tried to hate her, she was virtually unable to despise.
Mark hated how he could look at her and Roger together and repeat in his head how he loathed her, then when she turned her head from Roger and a smile was directed at him, he knew the words he had focused so hard on, were so untrue.
What he hated the most, was that no matter how much he thought him and Roger would be perfect together, he knew in his mind that Mimi was perfect for him. And that he could never get over the fact.
With every look at Mimi, he knew she was flawless. Flawless, for Roger.
Mark knew that however much he scorned their relationship, that it was the only relationship that truly mattered to Roger.
No, what Mark hated the most was a simple coo from Roger-
You're beautiful, Mimi.
