I remember the first time I heard about you, so many amazing attributes and qualities that I brushed you off with my ignorant bliss that such perfection couldn't be true… and then I saw you. There, standing across the room it really was love at first sight. So incredibly sleek in your silver packaging that I felt like I was holding royalty, so naturally you came home with me that day and we began our wonderful relationship.
You were so good at your job, you lengthened my lashes and stayed on all day and looked amazing until I had one of those Mondays. You know the ones. The ones where there is so much to do you feel like you need to grow an extra pair of arms and you come home feeling like you were trodden on by a herd of wildebeest. Looking back I would like to picture my end of day face that day as tired, but exceptionally fresh considering the events of the day however in reality I looked like someone out of a horror movie. You smudged down my face making me look like a four year old had a black crayon and my face was their canvas.
Ultimately my dear it isn't you, its me… But if you have a brother or cousin that is a waterproof version, call me?