am I really pretty?

                                    

                                          
I stand in my room looking in the mirror as this black dress touches the ground and my hands slide into my gloves.
The heels clack against the floor as you walk 
(If you're a guy this next line is yours)
You stare at yourself as the mirror shows you putting on a black coat over the white shirt you have on
Your hands moving over to the tie as you struggle with it but soon you get it.
Your shoes shuffle as you walk

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Walk to the kitchen which wasn't very far from your room
You look at the spegehtti sitting in the plates and the time passing by.
It was about 10:16 pm right now and your just hoping that Jamie at least late.. you were hoping he would arrive soon.
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It was now 10:45 and you were sitting on your couch eating the spegehtti as you didn't want it to go to waste.
You Realized that Jamie wasn't coming he just lied.
Dishes clattered into the sink and you were to bitter to do any you just went back into your room and changed into your pajamas.
You laid down on your bed looking at the ceiling.
I shouldve just went out with Joe.
You grabbed a pillow and screamed angrily into it 
Tears were coming down your cheeks 
Frustrated with everything and angry at how you believed he would come 
Of course he wouldn't not after he saw you and Joe today.
You threw your pillow on the ground and cried in anger. 
Ding ding
You stop and you cover your face in embarrassment as you see yourself in the mirror and fix some things before running over to the door almost tripping.
You didn't look to see who it was and you just opened it.
There he was standing there with no guilt on his face. He pushed you aside and walked in.
"I guess I'm the only one who dresses up."
He walked over to your sink
"And you ate already?"
You just stared at him and he walked to your room
"It's so dirty in here" he smiles as he looks at you
"Is this what you call a date?"
You look at him and start to shed tears as he walks over to you and you start pushing him away from you but he grabs you holding your hands away from him moving you onto the floor as he sits on top and he looks at you
You can't even look at him because your ashamed of how much of a mess you've caused.
It wasn't your fault you tried to make yourself believe it but God it couldn't be his fault he was perfect everything he did was perfect.
Once you've stopped trying to push him away he held your face forcing you to look at him as tears run down your face your nose red and your cheeks pink
"You're so pretty when you cry"
Your hands grip onto his arms and you stare at him your eyes glossy and your face wet from tears 
"Am I really pretty?"
He nods and brushes his lips against yours 
His weight crushes you but all you can focus on is how perfect he feels against you. His lips move in sync perfectly and they're so gentle and his hands so delicate 
He gets up and helps me up. I look at him but my vision is so blurry from my tears which he goes to wipe off
"Oh my Angel don't cry no more I promise I'll make it up to you for being late"
He holds you closer


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GUYS AHHHH