She looked...different. She looked tired...and old. I'm glad she recognized me at first glance, for I'm not sure I would have been able to do the same.
Her once tight, sculpted body had...changed. She was not at all the same Emily I remember. Her once long, waving blonde hair now tied back in a wild, frazzled pony-tail. Her cute little Ann Taylor outfits, now a pair of ratty old jeans and an Old Navy sweatshirt. She sucked down the Molderbosch sauv-blanc as if it were ice cold lemonade on a hot day...5 bucks a gulp I figured, not that it was about the money. She let me order, for sake of nostalgia, and we ate yummy food, drank great wine, laughed and talked fondly about old times together...and by the time we parted ways again, she was just as smart, charming, and beautiful as she was the day i first layed eyes on her.
Her once tight, sculpted body had...changed. She was not at all the same Emily I remember. Her once long, waving blonde hair now tied back in a wild, frazzled pony-tail. Her cute little Ann Taylor outfits, now a pair of ratty old jeans and an Old Navy sweatshirt. She sucked down the Molderbosch sauv-blanc as if it were ice cold lemonade on a hot day...5 bucks a gulp I figured, not that it was about the money. She let me order, for sake of nostalgia, and we ate yummy food, drank great wine, laughed and talked fondly about old times together...and by the time we parted ways again, she was just as smart, charming, and beautiful as she was the day i first layed eyes on her.
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hungarian:
VIM!!
thenewmexican:
ever bitter at the beauty you (we) once saw? 