One deft movement had a tight knot of deep, burgundy spirals unfurled and loosely falling around creamy, freckled cheeks and down to the middle of a long, attenuated back. She's tall and leggy. Thin and defined. Her cheekbones and jawline are strong, pronounced, and imbued with a quality that demands a visual listening. She was sitting next to me, her long winter-paled fingers resting on my forearm.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying to impress you right now." She admitted. "I catch myself doing things like that all the time. I'm realizing that I'm always trying to make people smile, or laugh, or say what I think they want or need to hear. Sometimes I even catch myself making up answers to their questions...."
I caught myself staring. She was stunning. I felt stunned. Her capacity to be that raw and vulnerable sent my head into a tizzy. How did she know? We had only chatted a handful of times before...
She met my gaze for a moment. Then got up to head to the tub where she had drawn herself a bath. She stopped just before the door. "It feels really good to know that I'm lovable, even without the fluff."
"I'm sorry. I'm trying to impress you right now." She admitted. "I catch myself doing things like that all the time. I'm realizing that I'm always trying to make people smile, or laugh, or say what I think they want or need to hear. Sometimes I even catch myself making up answers to their questions...."
I caught myself staring. She was stunning. I felt stunned. Her capacity to be that raw and vulnerable sent my head into a tizzy. How did she know? We had only chatted a handful of times before...
She met my gaze for a moment. Then got up to head to the tub where she had drawn herself a bath. She stopped just before the door. "It feels really good to know that I'm lovable, even without the fluff."
