When I look in the mirror, I see a girl. Her brown locks tussled atop her head frame her round face rather disorderly, contrasting against her pale skin. She dreams of a romantic evening, engulfed in sunlight and basking in joy and laughter, yet her dark eyes remain dull and tired. A hope which is not sought cannot be reached, and a dream that is only dreamt cannot be achieved. So, as my hand glid...

The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. Her plaguing thoughs cleared instantly, a realization emerging like the rushing water pounding against a dam, released from its clutches. The self-inflicted curse which dwelled within her dissipated at last, dragging away any remaining justification towards her previous object of adoration. He, whom she’d willingly foll...

As I anxiously trudge into the elegant restaurant and take my seat at a reserved table for two, I see him for the first time. Assuming the young man who just walked in is my blind date, I allow myself to thoroughly examine his appearance, which just so happens to fit my taste.He appears to be well put together despite being rather unstylistic. Thin, rounded glasses lay atop the bridge of his nose,...