I look at myself in the mirror. This is perfect! I can't wait to show him. I glance anxiously at my phone. Okay well maybe its a bit early, I mean, he knows that this is important. Ive been talking about it all week.
I am done up in my party dress. It hits every curve and highlights every asset. Its lacy and fits like a glove. I know hes going to drop dead when he sees me. I cant wait to show him. I want to put my hands around his neck and kiss him softly and whisper " what do you think?". I smile. Its going to be great!
... ... ... I stare at my phone in disbelief, no missed calls. Where is he? Ive called half a dozen times. My party dress still sits well on me. I glance out the window. Maybe hes going to surprise me. I sigh. I start to get nervous. I tap my foot and go through my texts. Nope no sign. My throat starts to tighten. I understand. He doesn't care. My dress doesn't matter. All my efforts are wasted. The tears start to flow. My china-doll face is ruined. My perfect appearance, my party dress can no longer contain my emotion. I start to cry. I'm just a girl. I'm not important. Hes not coming at all.
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