Rendezvous
27 August 06 : 12.51 AM
Because last night, when he looked at me with those intense eyes, that pair of sienna-flecked eyes like molten something, and told me I'm beautiful, I swear that boy is all out to keep me.
(I tend to forget that I can still be beautiful, without mascara encrusting my lashes, kohl precarious on my eyelids, and that sheen on my lips to hide how chapped and dry it really is. I can still be beautiful without heels that tip awkwardly, with sallow skin and jaded eyes. What a strange word self-esteem is.)