Artwork created by the amazing Alex GreyThough it was kinda poetic.
God shes beautiful... My hands are clammy from the anxiety to be nearer to her. My breath becomes rapid as though it expects a sudden change in atmosphere. Does it know something i dont? Im responding to her glances with reflex like twinges of the mouth. As if an invisible pupeteer has wired the sides of my lips.
No... She didnt... That must have been my over bearing subconcsious... This feeling stays true to the poetic grammar used in books that portray these very situations. Amazing.
I sip my drink tedioulsy on the edge of my seat. Eyes moving rapidly, scanning the whole room for suspected ego maniacs that i may have to keep a watchful eye on until i leave. Last thing we want is a scene.
There she is again. God she really is beautiful. The stereotypical gut pain begins to grab at my insides, i swear theres a guy in there just as eager to get out and touch her as i am. He has good taste.
Her hair is curled, curly hair is amazing, the lockes seem to bounce and sway with every minor movement. Its the type of hair you can tell shes spent hours perfecting with her girlfriends by her side. Perhaps she slipped with the curlers and burnt herself as all of her friends jostle to be nearest to her. An understandable cause for the injury.
Perhaps its time to move again. I think ill go get another drink. This ones pretty flat and something appears to have flown into it during my abscent mindedness.
As i approach the bar (all the while questioning why, of all the geometric space in the room, the fly had to land directly in my drink) i realise i havent seen my friend in a while. As i ask the ratehr fetching barmaid for another cold beverage my mind wonders as to where he might have got too. Not that it matters, hes a fairly mature individual whilst inebriated so iv never worried about his common dissapearences during parties. I end up at the conclusion that hes probably found the best looking blond in the place and is deep in mouth to mouth as we speak, resting against the walls outside.
I didnt care, i never cared, so long as he left her alone...
I decide to take my drink outside for some frsh air (a rather comic paradime as i would probably light a ciggarette).
The atmosphere is fresh this evening. There is the lightest of breezes kissing the night air, as though it where saying a tender goodbye. I look upward at the night sky, immacualte. Not a single cloud pesters my view this evening. I see the familiar star signs often depicted in science books, also the ones iv invented my own special names for.
"Yeah id be careful if i was you, shit likes to fall from that thing"...
... I pause, the voice so recogniseable yet so foreign to me.
I turn to face her... She is so beautiful. My affection for her is increased tenfold by the lighing given off by this seemingly perfect scene above us both. At this moment, to say i love her would be an incredible understatement.
I give a rather embarrasingly delayed chuckle, but she smiles none the less.
"I brought you a drink"...
Her voice so soft, so tranquil, like the echoings of a falling rose petal.
"Thanks, bug free?" Dammit...
"Err sure"
Despite the rather blurted gesture of gratitude, that smile on her face still remains unscathed.
All nervous pleasentries out of the way, we continue to sip at our drinks (in that hurried way that often accompanies these types of situations).
But she doesnt look at me, not once. Nervousness? Intimidation perhaps? It is then that i realise iv been staring at her for the good part of 30 seconds. Taking in every aspect of her facial structure. It is perfect to me, more then perfect. I am reminded within those brief moments, of a singular snapshot of Grace Kelly in the movie 'Rear Window'... I never thought i would see a face of such beautiful complexion again. It appears i couldnt have possibly been more incorrect.
With this rather disturbing thought in mind, i tear my gaze away from her. Though this is something i instantly regret doing as the scene my gaze jsut happen to fall upon is rather unsettling. There, in the bushes directly ahead of us both, lies my friend with one of the most startled looking blonde girls iv ever seen. Even from a distance, her makeup concealed every line on her face that made her look human.
I look to the girl at my side (looking perhaps even more stunning if possible), her face appeared to have turned a very deep shade of violet, she had obviously been looking at the 2 primative figures infront of us for some time now.
Without thinking, without even consulting the potential consequences that might be left trailing by this descision, I turn to her.
My arms coil around her waist so shes pulled ever so gently closer to my body. We are close now. I see for the first time that her eyes are an immaculate blue colour. I stare into them, lost within the light that reflects from the stars above us. They are indescribable, like pharoahs jewels lost withing a sea of opaque tranquility.
Her scent teases my nostrils as though it where the smell that they where created for.
We embrace each other for the first time. Closer then my imagination dared to go. It was as if id been searching my entire life for a feeling that i could never proove existed, yet knew i would have to meet somewhere down the road.
Only in a moment such as this can the worries of the world truely disintigrate into dust, leaving nothing but a distant memory, so far off in this stilling of time.
Bliss...
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