Lucky to Be Alive

I walked over to the mirror on the other side of the room and began doing my hair. I wouldn't say I'm self conscious, however I do try to look my best whenever I go over his place.

I know I'm clueless about how relationships work. I'm worried that if I don't look good, he won't like me anymore.

He is teaching me that it is nonsense; plus within minutes of seeing each other my hair is a mess and my clothes are normally scattered across the bedroom floor.

I just don't want to lose him.