This is going to sound so typical but I’ll have to say my mother. A lot of my friends as well, but they don’t even come close to her, I think.
This is going to sound so typical but I’ll have to say my mother. A lot of my friends as well, but they don’t even come close to her, I think.
She arrived surprisingly early for someone who had just messaged me a while before saying she was busy putting on her dress and make-up. To me, she was beautiful whatever lipstick she opted for or hair she had done. Deep inside, hidden by the common concerns about appearance of any girl, she was a youngster much true to herself and the fact that she was almost immune to sadness given how her eyes always smiled by themselves even if she didn’t show her teeth every five minutes in the course of a conversation was much of an owing feature I had noticed since I first met her.
That is pretty much why I fell for her in the first place. I may say I am somewhat sensitive for a guy, especially being a 16-year-old teenager. But I guess I just see the most in people and if they do get my attention, well, then they certainly have impressed me. Not that I am too demanding. Not that I am like that when making friends, or maintaining closer relationships. And you don’t really fall in love with someone because he or she fills your established requirements. You just do. That’s what happened to me at least. It’s kind of odd, isn’t it?
Well, as I gasped at her – yes, she was beautiful that day even with all the greasepaint on, despite what I wrote just earlier -, she blushed so hard it was too contagious for me not to.
“Well you look great tonight” I said, spitting my words out so fast I couldn’t barely breath.
“Why, thank you! I know you don’t like this stuff. Is it too fancy?” There, I had given her the worst impression I could have ever given once again.
“Well, to be honest, it is. But whatever. It makes you shine even brighter.” And lame I was. Again. Too sensitive. She kissed me though. That was a win for it!
“I like you.” She whispered at my ear.
“Well I love you, is that too much?” I asked.
“That’s just fine.”
And not just smiling with her eyes, she put her arm around mine as we made it to the school prom at last.
