Remember to Breathe

She sat in front of the mirror making sure that her makeup was perfect. It had to be. Everything had to be perfect. Tonight was her night. Nothing was going to ruin it. The earthy-brown color of her lipstick agreed so well with her skin pigmentation. Blush, eyeliner, mascara, everything went together. Everything was perfect.

She fixes her lips they

Always look perfect

She went over her lips once; then blotted the lipstick off, and redid it. It had to be perfect, no smudges, no places where there was a hint of a blemish, nothing but purity.

Never a smudged line

Never too much

Clothing was thrown around her room. None of the clothes would work for tonight. She needed something that would amplify her figure. And nothing that she had seemed to do that. She had been over every piece of clothing in her wardrobe in her mind at least four times, and physically twice. The planning that had gone into this night, this single night, had been astronomical. She was sure that if she put this much effort into her schoolwork, not even Hermione herself could compare to her.

I try on my blue shirt

She told me she liked it...once

Looking through the clothing, getting a little frustrated in the fact that she cant decide on what to wear, she decides to wear her black knee-length skirt, to show off her legs. Going through her blouses again, she tries to find something that matches her skirt. The purple button down blouse doesn't seem to be right for the occasion. Her ivory top is too low cut; her pale yellow seems to have a small stain. Her green sleeveless shirt is too casual. There. Her blue blouse: not too low; not too high. It's perfect.

She wonders what I'll wear

She knows just what she'll wear

She always wears blue

With each step she is two feet closer to her goal. With each step she is two feet closer to anxiety. With each step a soft click is heard through the halls. With each step she is mentally making sure that everything is as it's supposed to be. With each step, she is preparing herself for one of her most memorable nights.

Some sneakers or flip-flops

I'm starting to panic, wait wait

I was standing there, at our designated meeting place, waiting for her. Whenever I am anxious of an appointment, I tend to arrive a little early. It gives me a chance to accustom myself with my surroundings. I was waiting there with a bouquet of roses when I heard her footsteps approach. My first glimpse of her tonight was the same as the very first time I saw her; she took my breath away. And I knew know, just as I had known the first time I saw her, that I was in love. Raven black hair, beautiful almond shaped, hazel eyes that I could stare at forever, her small and precious nose, slightly turned up, and her full, but slightly crooked lips that could break your heart with a small pout. And of course I can't help but to stare, and silently ask god why he decided for me to be this lucky. I give her the roses, which earns me a smile that I lose myself in and a quiet but powerful 'thank you.' And I am in heaven. I want to tell her how much I love her, I want to be able to take her into my arms and hold her until the day I die. I want to be able to give her something that she deserves; something so much more than me. But all I can do is just stare at her. And I catch my breath.

"Remember," she asked you,

"Remember to

Breathe"

And everything

Will be okay

- "Remember to Breathe" by Dashboard Confessional