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Cute Gone Unnoticed



I would love to dress to impress. *Cue all the hardcore feminist's gasps of disbelief.
I love to hear him tell me I look adorable today and see hims smile as he looks at how cute I look in this outfit.
I know you may call that shallow or tell me that it makes me a lousy feminist.
But now it doesn't matter now, does it?
I don't have anyone to dress up for or look good for at all.
He can't see me and I can't see him except through a computer screen occasionally.
He's too far away to see me in my heels and new dress.

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