The other day I saw this girl and for a moment I was confused.
No, she did not look like you.
For starters, she had bigger boobs.
But it was her smile .I can remember that smile anywhere.
That damn smile nearly killed me onetime.
I was watching a...ahem!...a movie where this girl was in a shower cabinet,doing what girls usually do in shower cabinets, and then she had to spoil it all by flashing a smile.
I sat there dazed as the realisation slowly dawned upon me. She had your smile.
That damn smile that nearly killed me onetime.
Were you her?
(That was a blasphemous notion...though kinky)
Was she you?
(equally blasphemous and kinky)
No,she was not.
She had bigger boobs.
And baby lotion.
And perky music(among other perky things).
And extreme closeups.
And the rest of her assets that were so unlike yours.
So there I sat very confused,growing limper by the minute and my hand lotion drying up.
If she was not you, then did she steal your smile?
Was she your doppelganger?
Holy shit!
She smiled again...And I felt a part of me die inside.
That damn smile nearly killed me onetime.
She had your smile, the one that diffused evenly like ground coffee in hot water.
She had your smile,the one which suffused slowly and steeped into the violet sunsets.
She had your smile, which began like a candlelight and gradually became brighter and brighter to a point where the entire person became radiant.
She had your smile,that which at completion gave a halo and a pair of angel wings made of snow white swan feathers.
she had that damn smile that nearly killed me onetime.
That's when I realised that halos and warm smiles could be faked.
Remind me never to trade a heart for a mere smile.
Now my self-flagellating guilt will not allow me to watch or enjoy that movie.The more I watch it, the more it reminds me of that smile.
Of that damn smile that nearly killed me onetime.
Your smile.
But I still have the...ahem! movie with me...just in case I need to remember that smile.
I recently realised that a friend of mine looks like Aria Giovanni.
ReplyDeleteIn many ways, she is much more beautiful than Aria could ever be.
That's because I know her personally, and she's one cool chick.(See, I care about Inner beauty too)
Now I don't know how to tell her that Aria reminds me of her.
You see,the problem is Aria is a pornstar. (If you are going to Google Aria, remember the pics will definitely be NSFW)
If I tell her that she resembles Aria, then she'll ask me to show her how.
If I show her how exactly,then I'm screwed.
Somehow that makes me feel like a pervert, like I'm breaking some unspoken rule of friendship.
But I have to tell her how beautiful she is on the outside, even more than a photoshopped pornstar who has millions of fans lusting after her.
The smile...The trick is to see Aria when she smiles through the corner of her eyes.The similarity is striking.
That smile almost killed me onetime.
She flashed it as I was about to cross the road, and I was zapped for a few moments.It was only when a honking car braked hard and came to a squealing stop in front of me that I was out of her thrall.Even the angry driver hurling abuses didn't affect me.In many ways, I was never out of her thrall.
Now that's the same smile Aria had and I can't get it out of my head.
WaaaaaH!
She'll think I'm a pervert.
(I may be a pervert, but I don't want anyone to think of me that way.Especially not her.)
I'm a connoiseur of faces
ReplyDelete.I like looking at good looking faces.
Inner beauty is very important too.
One should not be fixated at external appearances...yada yada yada...But I can't help it.
I'm not prejudiced against the ugly, but I like beautiful things in life.
Does that make me a bad person?
All my female friends are beautiful to look at.
I don't mind staring at them.
So far, they haven't minded either.
They know I'm harmless.( I hope)