mirror, mirror ✔

would

      a few days later, i was washing my hands in the bathroom and dryed them using a towel.

      i turned back to make sure i looked good, when i saw you staring at me through the glass.

      i stared back into your beautiful brown eyes.

      a moment later you took my hands and moved closer.

      you soon left small kisses on my knuckles and butterfly kisses on my hands, the small creatures flying to my stomach and staying there.

      but the butterflies died when i turned to look out of the mirror to your face.

      it wasn't there, and neither were you.