it was all still so new and shiny.
i picked out my new and shiny blue jewelled outfit and wore the giant diamond thing from the shaadi.
we made it to the car only half an hour late, you mellowing your annoyance at tardiness with a glass of scotch (ew)
we noticed in the car that your tie matched my outfit (revoltingly honeymoonish coincidence)
we went together. no anxiety of being stranded alone without a table, no making desperate chit chat with wondering strangers.
gelling instantly with a table of friends. the best friend and beautiful makeup and outfit a cherry on the evening. T next to us pointed it and said smile, and we both scrunched together - me giggling like a loon and you - my god - you. smouldering semi smiling, hesitant yet so sure.
of the hole in my heart.
bastard.
4 comments:
haha.. love the punchline
Well at least you played your part (giggling) hehe
Any more parties, dinners, photo sessions, imaginary husbands et al? :p
you're fucking brilliant.
still.
does bastard suffice? Urdu curses tend to carry greater potency.
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