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I, Him, the Roses..
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The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table. Everything was well placed and the ambience was so romantic. And so was I, beautifully dressed in my favorite floral outfit, with minimal makeup which I always prefer. I sat down at one of the tables. It was 6 PM. I was early as i was excited about it. I was excited and thrilled and a lil nervous about the evening ahead. I was there for a date. My first date. Well, with a guy whom I seemed to like a lotttt. "What would you like to order ma'am? " I snapped out of my thoughts as the waiter arrived. I just ordered some cool water to calm my nerves. While sipping it, I looked at the roses beautifully set in the vase infront of me. They were so beautiful, Red, Velvety and fresh. I tried to take one out of the vase and ended up pricking myself. The stem held many thorns. Small yet sharp. I put my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding. And I couldn't help, but wonder, as I looked at those roses, I felt like they partly resembled me. I just happened to take a trip to my most favorite memory lane. I, an introvert for many but extrovert for very few, yet, confident and bold, never opened my ownself soon. I always liked to take things at my own pace. It always took a lot of trust and belief on the person for me to open up, to show the real me. I always felt comfortable in my own safe space and hated whenever someone disturbed it's peace. Then on one fine day while on a trip, I met this guy, tall, handsome, pretty, fit and brown. His eyes were the most loveliest feature in his face. Those brown eyes held something so deep, ethereal, that I wanted to drown deeper in them the instant I saw him. His silky hair strands danced to the breeze as he ran his fingers through them. He waved to me and said HI. Me who was looking at him keenly took a second to actually realize that he's waving to me. Then I waved back and said hello. I don't know why, But I could listen to the Taylor's "Wildest dreams" playing so loud inside my skull. As hard as I tried to shut it down, it only became louder. And then we talked for a bit, exchanged names and some details about each other. He was a friend to a friend of mine who happened to be on the same trip. We went separate ways to our rooms later. I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Even as I ignored the fact that I was being attracted to him, deep inside I was quietly waiting for our next meeting. It was a 3 day trip and day 1 was almost coming to an end as I got ready for a group dinner on the beach shore. I was dressed in a jeans and a sheer shirt with a small necklace and a bracelet on my wrist. I let my hair loose. As I walked to the spot I could smell something really delicious cooking up. They set up a barbecue there. The wind, the sound of the ocean, the mouth watering aroma, my friends and then there was him. He was in a white shirt and a denim short. He also wore a cap which made him way more cute. It was a perfect night. He was talking to some people. Meanwhile I took a plate of the hot, tasty BBQ chicken and walked a lil away from the crowd and stood at a distance. I could hear Shawn and Camila's, "Señorita" in the background. I took a bite from the food I got and took a breath of the cool ocean breeze as I chewed. I wanted something for a drink. I took another bite of it and turned around to grab some wine. And when I turned, I almost bumped into someone. It was him. I gasped as I stepped back. "Hi" he said. "Hey" I replied. "Would you like to take a sip? " he asked. Only then I realized that he had two glasses of wine in his hands. "Yeah..sure!" I replied as I took one. It was as if he knew what I wanted at that moment. "What's this pretty lady doing standing away from the crowd alone on this beautiful...
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table. Everything was well placed and the ambience was so romantic. And so was I, beautifully dressed in my favorite floral outfit, with minimal makeup which I always prefer. I sat down at one of the tables. It was 6 PM. I was early as i was excited about it. I was excited and thrilled and a lil nervous about the evening ahead. I was there for a date. My first date. Well, with a guy whom I seemed to like a lotttt. "What would you like to order ma'am? " I snapped out of my thoughts as the waiter arrived. I just ordered some cool water to calm my nerves. While sipping it, I looked at the roses beautifully set in the vase infront of me. They were so beautiful, Red, Velvety and fresh. I tried to take one out of the vase and ended up pricking myself. The stem held many thorns. Small yet sharp. I put my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding. And I couldn't help, but wonder, as I looked at those roses, I felt like they partly resembled me. I just happened to take a trip to my most favorite memory lane. I, an introvert for many but extrovert for very few, yet, confident and bold, never opened my ownself soon. I always liked to take things at my own pace. It always took a lot of trust and belief on the person for me to open up, to show the real me. I always felt comfortable in my own safe space and hated whenever someone disturbed it's peace. Then on one fine day while on a trip, I met this guy, tall, handsome, pretty, fit and brown. His eyes were the most loveliest feature in his face. Those brown eyes held something so deep, ethereal, that I wanted to drown deeper in them the instant I saw him. His silky hair strands danced to the breeze as he ran his fingers through them. He waved to me and said HI. Me who was looking at him keenly took a second to actually realize that he's waving to me. Then I waved back and said hello. I don't know why, But I could listen to the Taylor's "Wildest dreams" playing so loud inside my skull. As hard as I tried to shut it down, it only became louder. And then we talked for a bit, exchanged names and some details about each other. He was a friend to a friend of mine who happened to be on the same trip. We went separate ways to our rooms later. I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Even as I ignored the fact that I was being attracted to him, deep inside I was quietly waiting for our next meeting. It was a 3 day trip and day 1 was almost coming to an end as I got ready for a group dinner on the beach shore. I was dressed in a jeans and a sheer shirt with a small necklace and a bracelet on my wrist. I let my hair loose. As I walked to the spot I could smell something really delicious cooking up. They set up a barbecue there. The wind, the sound of the ocean, the mouth watering aroma, my friends and then there was him. He was in a white shirt and a denim short. He also wore a cap which made him way more cute. It was a perfect night. He was talking to some people. Meanwhile I took a plate of the hot, tasty BBQ chicken and walked a lil away from the crowd and stood at a distance. I could hear Shawn and Camila's, "Señorita" in the background. I took a bite from the food I got and took a breath of the cool ocean breeze as I chewed. I wanted something for a drink. I took another bite of it and turned around to grab some wine. And when I turned, I almost bumped into someone. It was him. I gasped as I stepped back. "Hi" he said. "Hey" I replied. "Would you like to take a sip? " he asked. Only then I realized that he had two glasses of wine in his hands. "Yeah..sure!" I replied as I took one. It was as if he knew what I wanted at that moment. "What's this pretty lady doing standing away from the crowd alone on this beautiful...
