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Dream Girl

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Mon, 3 Sep 2007 at 10:23am

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She stood out from the crowded room, the kind of girl who wasn't obviously attractive, but once you realised she became all the more attractive for being that way. I walked up to her, vaguely aware of the rest of the party, walking in what felt like slow motion, eyes never faltering, about a meter away, and she turned from whatever she was doing, almost perfect, she smiled at me. Her lips curled up to speak, at once we embraced, lips touching, locked together, a thousand words said in one swift, beautiful movement. Cliched.

It abruptly ended in a whirlwind of far off, high pitched whining, blurry eyed, i started to come to. a dream. Fuck. But how could it be, i didn't know her of that i was sure, never seen her, but it, she, had seemed so real.

The rest of the day she played on my mind, every free moment a half shrouded glimpse of her face teased me, mocked me, slowly disappearing, and reforming. I tried to picture her before i slept that night, but it never happened, she never returned, just a picture of what i always wanted, my girl, dream girl.

One other likes this.
2007-09-03
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 1 plus votes, and 0 astars.
golden_orchids
2007-09-03
you dirty minded bitch! Now i know what you were realy doing in ireland! ¬¬
emily
2007-09-05
I really like it. It seems like I don't know. Cute! or something. It's just good.