A man was besotted with love for a woman. He supposed she was flawless, but she had one noticeable defect: there was a mole on her face. It had been there for many years, but the man did not even see this flaw; her beauty was perfect in his eyes.
Over time, however, his love cooled. Then he noticed the mole.
"What happened to your face?" he asked. "When did you get that mole?"
"The mole appeared at exactly the moment that you ceased to love me," she said. "When your love ceased to be perfect, so did my looks."
Inspired by: The Conference of the Birds by Farid Ud-Din Attar, translated by S. C. Nott
Notes: This is in section 35: The Lover and his Mistress. The story is about a woman with a speck in her eye, but I changed it to be a mole on her face.
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