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I am a Mess

Today, I wore a mint dress about 7 inch below my knee. I showcased a messy bun while washing a pan you used to cook our dinner. You suddenly looked at me for seconds straight, smiling, so I asked why. 'You're pretty' that's what you said and I asked why while laughing, you never answered, you continued staring, smiling. I blushed. I looked at my reflection in our mirror, noticing how messy my hair is, how huge the dress I was wearing. Yet, you love me. - 02/24/21 
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