I fell for him.

It was far too good of a day to think about the past, but then the past isn't something I mope over so I thought why not?

It was very high ground for a person who was scared of heights to be standing on. I stood there at the wake of the dawn, trying to face my fears. Even if it was the somersault of early sunrise the warmth seemed to seep within me. The sky was painted in the colours of magic, you name it and the union of colour was present up there. Incandescence had taken over me. I simply stood there with one pale hand over other. I was sure my midnight black eyes had dilated with an unknown lust of its own. My raven hair though in a bun, some notorious flicks had managed to crawl their way out.
          He entered my mind in the amidst of this wonderful chaos, barely a faint memory I witnessed years ago. It was as evergreen as ever though! I pictures his sandy Brown eyes and how once they were so full of life and enthusiasm. I remembered his crazy and carelessly tousled hair and how they never were under his control. How the vibrant dusty colour made presence with his dark chocolate shades of his mane. He had that crooked smile where you'd think that, 'something is wrong with this guy why couldn't he simply smile?' It just made him more goofy.
        The most enchanting thing about him though, wasn't the well built persona he showed off to them guys, it was his secret kindness that fluttered within. His smile always so caring that you could melt chocolate on it. Maybe I exaggerated about him, because I remember Sue from the old town gossiping about how average he is. he wasn't for me, though. He was at that Moment my saviour.
          He warned me not to fall for him, he knew he had his secrets. I told him I had mine, and maybe just maybe we could share them and something mystical may come out.
      But alas! This wasn't some epic love story. We were kids hoping to find lush within the depths of the deserts, we were destined to fail and so we did. What was so memorizing was the journey we shared. In the midst of the arousing confusion we healed, maybe because of ourselves or maybe because of each other. He remained aloof as he was and time finally got us. It pushed us apart and all he remained was a beautiful memory.
          Yes, I remember he told me at the very beginning not to fall for him that all he was for me was a cyclone. But I did, I fell headfirst into the grasps and enjoyed my ruin. And I fell of the boy I thought I knew, for he showed me a world I never imagined. Now he's gone and so are his lively eyes, maybe stolen because of those cities lights that I no longer recognize him anymore.
        As, I stand in the warmth of the glowing sunrise I'll remember his laugh and embrace the warmth and admit it again that, I fell for him despite the fact that he told me not to..

She loved herself

She sat there in her seat that screamed power just like her personality. She had a document in her hand as she scrolled through it without a care in the world. Her hand held an expensive parker as she circled around the mistakes. Her perfectly manicured fingers elegantly kept brushing the hair out of her face that escaped the scrutiny of her loose bun. Her nose crinkled everytime her glasses slipped down her nose.
         She sighed every 10 minutes and cracked her neck while glancing at her empty Starbucks cup. Finally, with determination she stood up and walked away from her cabin. Her 5 inchers clacked against the marble flooring as her walked towards the break room. Her expensive black suit was now unbuttoned fashionably and her short skirt was crinkled ever since she returned from our sister magazines CEO's room.
                     My colleagues kept throwing her hateful glances as she walked by, whispering words like 'slut' and 'bitch' not audible to anyone's listening. She just smirked listening those inaudible gasps and adjusted her collar to show off the shadow of the bruising on her neck. Maybe the hushed whispers were heard because of some guy who couldn't have her or some woman who didn't have it in her to make the thoughts of her imagination of her reality and she knew that. She knew her reality and she hid her story well. Her scars were her pride she wore them like a tattoo.
                   There was something about her walk though, it exuded confidence. She was no size 2 but her body was the least of your concerns when she started talking. Beware to those who wish upon a conversation which would ultimately leave them bewitched. Such was her charm, she could leave you completely rattled and unveiled. Such was her laugh that no man could deny her, but she belonged to no man either.
            Maybe it was the fact that she belonged to no man but herself that made her so iridescent. She loved herself in way I couldn't even begin to fathom. Maybe that was her secret she loved herself the way no one else ever could.