"Why do you prefer such things?" he asked referring to the bouquet of cosmetics I sent.
"?" that was my only reply.
He asked me another question again. "Are you not confident enough with the way you look?"
It took me minutes to reply. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because I couldn't put into words all the thoughts that were running in my head that time. Is he mad?
"I just want to look beautiful. I wear make up to feel good because when I feel good, I look good."
I bit my lower lip as I waited for his reply. Minutes passed and he was still not replying. Instead, I heard a knock on my door.
When I opened it, he was there, holding a bouquet of roses.
He handled me the bouquet and said, "baby, you don't need those cosmetics to look beautiful. You are already beautiful even without make-up. You look perfect even with those little imperfections on your face. I love you. I love your freckles and your rosy cheeks. They are a part of you and you know how much I love every part of you."
And since that night, I've realized that I didn't need to put some make-up on my face just to feel good. Being with him was more than enough to feel good.
