This morning, still half-asleep on my way back from the bathroom, I glanced at myself in the mirror on my wall. My greasy bangs were mussed on my forehead and last night’s eyeliner was smeared around my eyes. Just as I was beginning my ritual of self-loathing, I noticed a note on top of the mirror. It said: Herein reflects the most beautiful girl in the world. She is loved.
I am so grateful for the kind and thoughtful boy in my life.