10-30-2020, 04:51 PM
Delia stood at her door, watching as Johnny stepped inside the elevator at the end of the hall.
The doors began to close and she waves enthusiastically. Him smiling back at her.
Entering the room with such buoyancy, she'd have to look far beneath herself to see Cloud Nine.
She takes off her coat and shoes and makes a b-line to the bathroom, where she stands in front
of the mirror. Those gorgeous eyes and ruby-red lips were enough to conquer any man.
"You said you'd never love again! That it was OVER! Look at you now!" a negative thought rang out.
Delia was given to inner chatter that would sometimes be of the negative sort. She usually fought
it off and made her way forward without issue but that didn't stop it from cropping up now and then.
"You'll just end up with another broken heart. They're all the same! Only after one thing!" said the annoying voice.
But Delia knew this time was different. The feeling of electricity that coursed through her at every minute
of the day. Every thought of him loosing a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Dominating her every waking
moment. Seeping into her dreams. No, there was a ground up difference with this man. Her Johnny.
"Give it time, sweetie, you'll see that I'm right. As always." the voice said with confidence.
Delia, now scowling into the mirror, gave chase to the Debbie Downer in her head.
"Shut up, you. A girl has to live!" she popped aloud with a smile in the otherwise empty bathroom.
Feeling a victory, Delia got ready for her shower.
The doors began to close and she waves enthusiastically. Him smiling back at her.
Entering the room with such buoyancy, she'd have to look far beneath herself to see Cloud Nine.
She takes off her coat and shoes and makes a b-line to the bathroom, where she stands in front
of the mirror. Those gorgeous eyes and ruby-red lips were enough to conquer any man.
"You said you'd never love again! That it was OVER! Look at you now!" a negative thought rang out.
Delia was given to inner chatter that would sometimes be of the negative sort. She usually fought
it off and made her way forward without issue but that didn't stop it from cropping up now and then.
"You'll just end up with another broken heart. They're all the same! Only after one thing!" said the annoying voice.
But Delia knew this time was different. The feeling of electricity that coursed through her at every minute
of the day. Every thought of him loosing a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Dominating her every waking
moment. Seeping into her dreams. No, there was a ground up difference with this man. Her Johnny.
"Give it time, sweetie, you'll see that I'm right. As always." the voice said with confidence.
Delia, now scowling into the mirror, gave chase to the Debbie Downer in her head.
"Shut up, you. A girl has to live!" she popped aloud with a smile in the otherwise empty bathroom.
Feeling a victory, Delia got ready for her shower.
