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She looked almost ethereal with how her warm breath fogged up the air surrounding her delicate features. Her small frame encompassed in a warm trench coat, petite despite the high heels she wore. It seemed almost ridiculous how she was willing to endure the uncomfortable footwear for the sake of looking pretty, but the amount of effort she obviously put into her appearance was still endearing, albeit, a little unnecessary for a man such as myself. I like simplicity.
She moved strands of chocolate hair away from her eyes when I got closer. The warm contour of her face contrasted by sharp eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, narrowing her eyes to mimic the gaze of a curious feline, but the childlike spark in them didn’t diminish in the slightest. Her lips curled into an expectant smile, pigmented a shade of peach that made her almost irresistible to kiss. She hugged me, pressing her warmth against my aching body. Hers ached, too. I took in the fragrance of her perfume as I held her close. It clouded my mind. I felt intoxicated.
Her lips left small marks on her coffee cup while we spoke. We both found comfort in being seated just far enough from the entrance of the coffee shop to have privacy but still close enough to feel its warmth. Her voice sounded like bell chimes and mine, hoarse like dragging sandpaper on a chalkboard. She kept encouraging me to speak, but I just wanted to listen to her for hours. Her voice soothed my ears and mind alike.
She was sweet like the treats we ordered from that place. Shy but in no way insecure, she radiated confidence in a way I’ve never experienced before. I always took vulnerability for weakness, but she wore her heart on her sleeve unafraid. Unbothered by the world’s diseases and strife. Accepting. As accepting as she was of all of my flaws.
We retreated to someplace more quiet when we got tired of the noise. She hugged my arm the entire trip there, making lighthearted remarks on how she made a mistake by wearing those heels. I offered to carry her. She teased me about how my hip could possibly dislocate if I did so. I chuckled. She was witty. Witty, but understanding. I never felt disrespected by her chiding remarks. She made my chest feel full with tranquility.
We spent the rest of our time together with her glued to my side and pointing out star groups and talking about the unfairness in the world. She told me a little bit about her past, and how she sometimes feels useless and unwanted for her ailments and gender. I said I can empathize, as much as a man like me can. She held my hand in hers. I felt things I still cannot explain.
I felt complete.