Her name meant angel-like, so I figured she'd be a bright light in my dark glum life. Time spent together wasn't very long, but it was memorable... at least to me.
I often wonder if these memories will last or be engulfed in the abyss that is my mind. Did I do something wrong? Was I too clingy? Or was it all a preordained motion I couldn't control, like the rest of them, which she promised she wouldn't be like.
She told me she would never leave like the rest, and for a brief moment I thought perhaps fairy tales were real, perhaps we would last forever.
We met at a nightclub and what should have been a one night stand went further.
The moment I laid my eyes on her I was struck, her long body filled her sun-dress well as she danced without a care in the world. I wondered what I would have to do to get her attention as anxiety attacked me; somehow I found the courage to get within arms length of her.
She was even more beautiful up close, her long curly hair wet with sweat, as she moved with the music. As I approached her I couldn't help but notice how her freckles seemed to sit perfectly on her face. Her sweet warm smile directed at me, filled me with courage as I moved closer to her, I leaned into her right ear, my lips brushing against her cartilage and I whispered "I would trade the world for you in a heartbeat." She looked at me and smiled her cheeks red as a rose. In that moment I knew I had her attention and somehow, someway, this most exquisite, most exotic woman was mine for the night. Or so it should have been.
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Monograph of a Modern Romantic
Non-FictionHer name meant angel-like, so I figured she'd be a bright light in my dark glum life. Time spent together wasn't very long, but it was memorable... at least to me. I often wonder if these memories will last or be engulfed in the abyss that is my min...
