15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

"How did I let him talk me into this?" I wondered aloud, sprawling out on the bed. No matter how good my arguments, despite my certainty that our relationship couldn't work, his persistance had worn me down, and here we were, on a makeup quest. "It's the eyes." I mumbled. Justin's eyes were enthralling, and every time I saw them I fell to pieces. I sighed. The pristine beaches, the endless blue sky, the champagne and room service, the red roses, the ocean view, none of it was right. It was the perfect romantic getaway, for someone else. I'd rather be hiking the rain shrouded mountains near home. Playing with my dogs, and having spaghetti for tea. But he didn't know that, and if he hadn't figured it out by now, he never would. It was like holding up a mirror to our relationship. Justin, perfect, smooth, handsome, (in a gelled hair and tuxedo sort of way) romantic, just like the resort. Any girl's dream, or almost any girl. Me, in track pants and boxing gloves, working on a chemistry paper in a small house cluttered with keepsakes and junk. We were poles apart. If only he courted me, not a romantic ideal, we might have a chance. They say opposites attract. They do, they just self destruct afterward. Like the tornado formed from the union between heat and cold, we never came together peacefully.