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Once, I thought of you as one usually does Of some sort of mythical being. Your presence only in conversations, Drunken confessions, A slightly blurry photograph on a phone, Your name becoming a by-word for Intense ****** attraction. Once, I met you at the discotheque, Your raven hair swirling around a Black-clothed, willowy frame As you partook of your personal bacchanal, A private smile meant for my companion On your kissable lips And in your unfathomable eyes. Once, you left me tongue-tied and shy, Blushing furiously as I searched in vain For words that usually Happily danced on my tongue. We left each other that night Without having spoken past polite greetings, And I was bitterly regretful. Once, I decided to love myself, And began to become almost beautiful, Shedding layers of flesh and fear And though I had long forgotten your face I resolved that were I to see you again, Both smiles and sentences would Easily flow and you might learn of me. Once, I took that risk, Sending you a message full of sarcastic And clever comments laced with charm. This time I was ready To set aside all of my misgivings, Ignore your intimidating beauty, And let myself peek through and smile. Once, I thought it utterly impossible That someone like you may notice me, But after a year of meditation and peace, I now know I was too afraid to be noticed. Even if you lose interest and look elsewhere, I still consider this quite the triumph, For you were part of why I searched for myself.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
The Spice of the Night
Once, I thought of you as one usually does Of some sort of mythical being. Your presence only in conversations, Drunken confessions, A slightly blurry photograph on a phone, Your name becoming a by-word for Intense ****** attraction. Once, I met you at the discotheque, Your raven hair swirling around a Black-clothed, willowy frame As you partook of your personal bacchanal, A private smile meant for my companion On your kissable lips And in your unfathomable eyes. Once, you left me tongue-tied and shy, Blushing furiously as I searched in vain For words that usually Happily danced on my tongue. We left each other that night Without having spoken past polite greetings, And I was bitterly regretful. Once, I decided to love myself, And began to become almost beautiful, Shedding layers of flesh and fear And though I had long forgotten your face I resolved that were I to see you again, Both smiles and sentences would Easily flow and you might learn of me. Once, I took that risk, Sending you a message full of sarcastic And clever comments laced with charm. This time I was ready To set aside all of my misgivings, Ignore your intimidating beauty, And let myself peek through and smile. Once, I thought it utterly impossible That someone like you may notice me, But after a year of meditation and peace, I now know I was too afraid to be noticed. Even if you lose interest and look elsewhere, I still consider this quite the triumph, For you were part of why I searched for myself.
Girl hears of friend's hot friend.  Girl meets hot friend.  Girl thinks she's too fat to like.  Girl decides never to feel that way again.  Girl loses weight and gains confidence.  Girl sees hot friend on Tinder.  Girl says hello.  Girl and hot friend are now discussing going on a date.  Girl is okay if hot friend isn't into it later on because girl now is her own best friend. Loving yourself is more important than any other relationship.
Alexandra-Burwood
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
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