Just thrice

I’ve only seen her thrice.

When I first saw her,
With her nose in between a book,
She was snobbish and rude,
Her eyes stuck to boring pieces of paper.
Instead of interesting old me.
She once danced on stage,
Not as graceful as a swan,
but she was the only one who stood out,
out of all the little ducklings.
She held my hand once,
dragging me to the lab.
She pointed out the scribbles on the table
where I wrote with my name.
She huffed and puffed about being clean,
while I stood there, 
my eyes wandering to her lips,
how sweet it would be to close it with mine.
When she left to get a towel,
I stood there dumbfounded.
I’ve only seen her thrice,
but that was enough to fall in love.

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Although fiction, it has been inspired by someone’s status I saw preHaiyan. I just remembered about it now 🙂

30 thoughts on “Just thrice”

  6. This is so lovely! When I write creative fiction, I am also usually inspired by encounters with real people. It's so fun to take one tiny thing, such as a Facebook status, and develop it into a beautiful piece of fiction. Thank you so much for putting yourself out there and sharing your work with all of us!

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