For the first part of my life I had developed a bad habit of blaming others for all of my cursed ill luck. I used to sleep-walk through life, focused way too much on my looks and nothing else. My attitude could have been described as prickly. When I first met him, he made me see myself as others saw me. At first I hated him for it, even as I began to change for the better. It was quite a shock to me when he first kissed me. I guess I should have realized that he would not have fought so hard to get to me if he did not care. I owe it to him that my beauty is no longer skin-deep.