I slip the dress over and it fits like a glove. I put my hair down and curl it and I go to a place to get my make up done. When I get back home I look at myself in the mirror. I almost can't recognize myself. I literary look like a model. On my way home some men whistled my direction but I ignored them and continued walking. I go to the bathroom and get ready I hear the door bell ring and my phone rings, its Jesse I read the text and he says he's outside I turn all the lights off and get ready to head out. I couldn't wait to see him.
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Falling slowly
LosoweYou Don't Know: What I've been through The childhood I've had How much I hate myself What I do to myself when I'm alone How much I just want to give up ...
