I hadn't been talking to Jion, my boyfriend, for a while.

We had grown very distant very quickly. I don't know what happened. We didn't get into an argument. Neither of us did anything wrong. We'd just drifted, as I suppose naturally happens with all people at some point.

But why had we drifted? I had no clue. Maybe it was because of me? I stared myself down in the mirror. Look at me. Flat, damaged hair. An ugly pair of glasses which although did favors for my eyesight, didn't have the same effect for my face. Drab, boring, baggy clothes; a plain grey t-shirt and black leggings. My shyness didn't help me either. Even with people I'd known for years, I was still very quiet, too scared to actually talk to people. I needed to make a change, not only for Jion, but also for myself.

I hopped onto my laptop and searched for the nearest hair salon near me, and booked an appointment. Then I scoured every online store I could think of for a total closet overhaul. Afterwards, I went to get contact lenses for my eyes, so I wpuldn't have to wear some ugly glasses again.

1 week passes, and my slightly intense makeover was now complete. I was so happy with the result.

Every ugly piece in my wardrobe had either been given to second hand stores or sold. I wasn't going to think of touching those ugly glasses frames again, and my hair finally looked good after a fresh cut, a dye job, and a whole host of products to prevent it going to its old, damaged state. I looked in the mirror, pleased with the effort I'd made with my appearance. I'd also made a conscious effort to stop being shy and get a better personality.

I decided to shoot Jion a text. "Hi, we haven't talked in a while."

To which he immediately replied, "Oh hi, yeah i know we haven't. How are you baby?"

"Good, wbu?"

"Same. Wyd?"

"Not much, watching TV. You?"

"Agh baby, you know how it is. I've been so busy with my work lately."

Wait. If Jion had been super busy with his work.. does this mean.. that the only reason we grew distant was because he was busy?? So I basically changed myself for nothing... ...oh well. I just hope he likes my new look...

"Awww :("

"But I'm free on thursday. Wanna go out then?"

"Sure!" I replied.

Thursday arrives. I really put some effort into my look today, wearing a completely new outfit that I would never have worn before.
I feel so pretty and beautiful, I think to myself. A thought which has never crossed my mind before.

I walked up to the cafe where Jion told me to meet him. He was standing outside at the door, waiting for me, looking as handsome as ever, with those illuminated, shining eyes of his, his sharp nose, those gorgeously plump lips that you'd always want to kiss and his jawline so sharp it could cut paper. 

I was wearing 4-inch heels, they brought my already tall self almost to his height which made me feel a little awkward. But it didn't matter a lot, because at least I was with him. 

Jion just stood there in shock, looking at me in awe. "Y/N... is that you?" he asked. "You look.. so beautiful. You look so different, but in a good way. Holy crap. When I thought you couldn't get more beautiful, you do."

I blushed profusely. Even though Jion always showered me with compliments during the course of our 3-year strong relationship, and therefore I was used to it, this felt so different because I'd had a makeover.

I smiled sweetly and said in a cute voice, "I got a makeover~"

"Well duhh, why do you look so different then," he teased me with a laugh, and I laughed with him. We held hands as we walked into the cafe, and then we sat ourselves down at a cozy table for two. The seats were little sofas in the corners, with cute pastel coloured cushions. A waitress came to our table and asked us what we'd like to eat.

"I'll have a couple of glazed donuts, and give this lovely lady," Jion said as he reached his arm around my shoulder, "a Hello Kitty ice cream with whipped cream and extra sprinkes." I blushed in surprise and kissed him on the cheek, he kissed me back.

While we waited for our food, Jion asked me the question I'd been expecting for a long time. "So baby, what made you want to get this makeover?"

"Uh, well, can I be honest?" I replied, a little nervous.

"I don't want you to be anything else. Go ahead," he responded with a reassuring smile plastered on his face. He had a trusting look of me in his eyes.

"Well, I only got this makeover because we'd been distant lately, and I thought you didn't love me.." I rambled on, fighting hard to prevent a waterfall gushing down my face.

"Baby, baby, you don't need to change yourself for me. While I love your new look, you need to recognize, I fell in love with you, I fell in love with you for you, not for someone else," he calmed me down with a kiss. "I love you, Y/N. Never forget that."