One;
My own personal brand of heroin
I slowly finished applying my final stroke of mascara as I stared in to the mirror that hung on my bedroom wall. I watched as a small smile crept up on my face. Tonight, I felt beautiful.
My brown hair was framing my face perfectly, as the curls draped down my shoulders. I had spent a good fourty five minutes trying my best to perfect; I wasn’t usually the type of girl who would plaster her face up in make up, but tonight I thought it was about time for a change.
The dress I was wearing was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, it was strapless, and made out of a silky red material that fit just below my knee; with a black satin flower tied to the side of my waist. I would normally have a hard time looking at my reflection, but tonight I felt different about what I was seeing.
I was meeting my boyfriend tonight, and he told me he had something amazing planned, I really hate it when people do this, because then a million things start rushing through my mind and I start getting impatient wanting to know what it is they are doing. I had come up with many ideas, which made me even more clueless as to what it was.
I smiled to myself as I thought about my boyfriend of almost three years, well, three years today actually. He meant the entire world to me, and he was all I ever wanted. He had a smile that could light up an entire room, and a laugh that could flow beautifully throughout the four walls of any building. I love times where he would hold me throughout the night, whilst whispering nothings in to my ear, things that would make me love him more than ever. If that was even possible. Then there’s the times, that he would tell me he loved me at the most random times of the day, and call me up each night when he was away from home, just so he could hear me speaking to him.
He is my addiction.
