Watched an old crush get married today.
There wasn’t a hint of pretentiousness in her face. She was never posing, never reserved. Atop a simple wedding dress — which she once told me her mom was saving for her to be married in one day — she wore the taught smile that always scrunched up her cheeks.
Ten years later, and she still has the same hair: short, sandy, with curls parted in the middle. She was one of those people who did all her growing in high-school. By the time I met her, she was already the person she was going to be for the rest of her life.
And that was okay, cause she was already great.
This is at least a 7.5 on the nostalgiameter.
Oh. She got married. She’s a great person.
Hahahah…when I was writing this, I thought there would only be two people in the world who would know who it is — her and you — and everyone else would probably be thinking, “Why the hell did he call this one ‘Seagull’?”
It was a good bait that needs to be bitten.