you could never see the beauty inside yourself. Why? Your past. To come straight to the point, you never actually had someone telling you good things, but always had someone telling you everything you did bad. 'You messed up this nail' after finishing a whole house perfectly. 'You forgot to add a spoon or salt' aber you cooked 6 entire meals. 'Your hair is bad', 'your clothes suck' -So, you get what I mean.

now you’re 26. young, indeed. You met him. Him. Max. He was..well.. different. He didn’t judge you for what you did wrong, he helped you getting it right. After you finished something, he always kissed your cheek and said 'good job, darling'. You were a sucker for him. After you started dating, your life improved. And then, he suddenly asked you that question. 'Do you want to marry me' You said yes immediately. And today, today is your official marriage day (idk how you call it mb). You were super nervous, standing infront a mirror.

"Do I.. look good?"

you asked hesitant, turning to him

"You look beautiful… you are.. beautiful.."

he said, wrapping his arms around your torso, his hands gently fixing the suit and laying his chin on your shoulder.

"So.. beautiful"