Dear 7^th Heaven,

The day I met you for the first time is still fresh in my memories. My happiness is to be near you.

I don't know what it is, but it's pretty magical. I can't help but want to be close you all the time – you're an incredible influence on me and my complexion.

I love you for the late-night laughs and early-morning kisses, for sticking with me through thick and thin, and for always brightening my day and skin. 

Skin is the first thing we see of ourselves in the mirror when we wake up, without makeup, a filter, or a safety net. Our skin defines us, defines our mood for the day, and can even scratch our self-confidence when we feel less than perfect. You put a spring in my step that comes from doing something good for myself before my day has even really begun. You are the very definition of indulgence.

Straightforward and minimalist, and delivering exactly what you say you will. We wear each other so well.  You're the stuff we dream about; and how often do we get exactly what we crave? No funny business, no gimmicks: just you, me, and my very, very happy complexion.

It seems ours is an open relationship - but I don't mind. I've been known to do the matchmaking myself and often introduce you to my friends and co-workers. And as soon as they get to know you, they fall madly in love.

You were my first. The first face mask… that is. Targeted and sophisticated, you know exactly which buttons to push to leave me feeling relaxed, refreshed and reinvigorated. And please know that it hurts me deeply when I can't make time for you.

You may have been my first, but you weren't my last. I've cycled through dozens of masks but I keep coming back to you. But you? You've never once failed to compliment me on my newfound glow. What used to be dull and lacklustre has been revived and renewed. You've changed my perspective: the future's looking pretty radiant from where I'm standing.

Before I met you, I was terrified of commitment. But you were just so calm, so unassuming, so patient. You were steadfast and true even through dry, rough patches and angry breakouts.

The point is that you, my 7^th Heaven face masks, are there for me when I am lazy, tired, and can't be bothered. And for that, you are not only my Valentine this year — but for next year, the year after and every year after that too.

You're everywhere I turn, and I love that about you.

Here's to many more happy years together.

Your Valentine x