To: reader.
Dear reader,
The sweetest thing happened today with her:
The house was quiet, save for the soothing music playing from her phone (her favourite go-to cleaning music).
She wiped the mirror absent-mindedly, lost in her own little world.
Oh, how beautiful she looked in her nightwear, a light smile on her face as the melody of the music made her hum. She looked at peace, being able to do the chore at her own pace with her favourite music.
She suddenly paused as she glanced at the clean part of the mirror, consequentially glancing at her reflection.
She blushed slightly, catching her own gaze as she noticed her appearance.
"I do look quite beautiful," she commented before smiling as she continued her chore, now feeling more confident in herself.
Why can't the camera capture her beauty even half as well as the mirror?
Sincerely,
AT.
A/N: Hiya~ How're you doing?~
Ok, so this story is going to be letters about little bits of different situations taken from the view of... that invisible being you usually worry about. (That was a joke by the way. You don't have to worry that it knows that you know)
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A letter about my love
RomanceFor all my hopeless romantic girlies who can't seem to find a man as good as their fictional crush! xo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~xo People say I'm obsessed with myself or that I won't find a man just because I squeal over fictional ones and probably...
