She always glittered in his eyes, she always smiled sparkling champagne, intoxicating him and driving him crazy. Yes, she was the one he was so crazy about, and yes, he is gonna make it official tonight. He saw her from a far, in her orange evening gown, at the dinner party his friend was hosting his son's birthday. It was a full moon, and she was right there, a few feet away from his sight. Holding a bouquet of flowers and mildly drenched in sweat, he stood there; stunned looking at her gorgeous eyes, her sweet smile, just walking towards him. He calmed himself, pulled himself together. She came close, he stood still. She came closer, staring him down with her smile, and he stood still. She came to him, and said:
"Hey Max,"
"I love you," he replied.
Now, tables turned. She was stuck, not knowing what to do, what to say. Even Max jammed up. Many were looking, wondering what was going on, and how he uttered those words. He dropped the bouquet and just ran away, leaving the party, but most importantly, leaving her. She just walked to her sister, crying, and regretting what happened. But why the regret? Why the sadness? Why so much of commotion from a love confession?
*This is just the beginning. Ready for the rest? Drop me a comment and the rest shall appear.
Your's truly,
the uGLy rEtArD
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