Saturday, May 25, 2013



That was my first thought when I saw you enter the room wearing that elegant navy blue dress coming down to your knees and perfectly complementing your figure as everyone around tried to be downstairs in time for the party. Your brunette hair, done very neatly, flowed smoothly behind your back as you looked for your shoes in the messy and chaotic room. Your eyeliner perfect as always. You scrambled for more cosmetic products while I wondered if they were even necessary. It was probably the first time I had seen you in a dress and I wondered why you didn't wear it that often? While you always look pretty, it highlighted even more that night. It may have been due to the fact that I was a sucker for girls in dresses.

Worst part was I couldn't complement you. Why? To save myself the embarrassment and jokes later. To save myself from getting even more smitten than I already was. To save myself from getting into this mess even further. Mostly to save myself from you. It confused me why others didn't compliment you out loud. Were they bloody blind?

All characters appearing in the above work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I tried my hand at creative writing after poetry. I clearly need practice.

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