disquieting

[thejunipertree]

Friday night, I'm standing in a crowded room with a mediocre band thundering through my chest. I wrap my arms around his bulk and shout over the music that I'm leaving and if he sees the Commander, to tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't find him to say goodbye.

He leans down to me, still a great distance away despite my five inch platforms. In my ear, he says/shouts: "I just wanted to tell you that you look good." I peer up at him, surprised at this. "No, really." He continues. "You were smiling. A lot. And you look happy. It's a good look on you."

I hug him again and leave, before he has the chance to see my face fold in upon itself.

Happy. That's an unusual concept. I'm more inclined to blame it on the three Red Bull and vodkas that I knocked down my throat, in rapid succession. Or I could blame it on how I just get disoriented whenever I come back to the city, especially when I become surrounded by so many faces from my past. But, happy? That's not normally an adjective which many people would apply to me.

Comments

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

I've read this about fifteen times today. And the only thing I have to say in response is this:

<3

[aprilrobin.livejournal.com]

Aww shucks. More than enough ;)