She never liked the way she looked in photographs.
But today even she felt as beautiful as she truly was.
Her new red laced dress looked as though it was only ever intended for her body.
Across the room through my vignetted gaze, our eyes met.
She offered a bashful smile through her lipstick and retreated her soft brown eyes to the floor.
In a fantasy I had hoped she would be charming and witty.
That we could relate in humour and music.
I'd never have the nerve to find out.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
She never liked the way she looked in photographs.
But today even she felt as beautiful as she truly was.
Her new red laced dress looked as though it was only ever intended for her body.
Across the room through my vignetted gaze, our eyes met.
She offered a bashful smile through her lipstick and retreated her soft brown eyes to the floor.
In a fantasy I had hoped she would be charming and witty.
That we could relate in humour and music.
I'd never have the nerve to find out.
