"You are beautiful" the beautiful stranger I once knew spoke as if it were the answer to my existence.
I gave no reply.
"You are stunning" he clenched his hands at his sides trying his best to win me over.
"You are sexy?" This one he spoke in a question. My silence has moved him to uncertainty.
Its never been about looks to me. That he did know until he forgot I existed. ' why must he try and win me over now?'
"You are a stranger", I finally respond. His face goes as red as my dress ; the shade of strawberries. "I no longer know you", with that I walk away. Beautiful strangers have no power over me anymore.
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