[ID: A black woman in a white sweater and black skirt, sitting and typing on a laptop on a white desk with coffee, notebooks, and succulents. END ID. Photo by cottonbro from Pexels]
She had platinum blonde hair, which played beautifully with her golden-brown skin. She would change her hair color very frequently and somehow every color just worked. Contrary to her bold appearance, she was quiet most of the time save for when she talked to those she knew. Then she blossomed, her smile going from ear to ear, her laugh filling an entire room. She was one of those people you always wanted to be around and talk to. She would never judge and would simply say "Come as you are". But behind the friendliness, was a sharp tongue and a sharper wit. She was a person you would only ever meet once in a lifetime. If you met her, you knew that you wouldn't forget her.
She turned around and snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Hey, how have you been? I don't think I have said hi to you this morning." She smiled that infectious smile.
"Uhhh.." I coughed. "I have been well and that's ok. It has been a busy morning."
She giggled and sighed, which to me sounded like the music angles listened to. "It really has been.."
Author's Note:
The thing is, I wrote this a while ago on my Tumblr and I guess it's kinda fitting I stumble upon this again during my birthday week. The prompt, which by no means original (honestly I forgot where I got the inspo from now, unfortunately..), is writing yourself through the lens of someone having a crush on you. Naturally, I couldn't just have a description and needed another person, I guess it felt less awkward. I was never good at being kind to myself. I have gotten better but not this good, so it was a nice prompt, it was a challenge and self-care in some ways. Anyway, here is a reminder to be nice to yourself and that there are many people that see those amazing parts about you.
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