The Anatomy of Our Almosts

Almost 4. Narratives and Adjectives

a/n: Hi gais! Here you go! Let's see if I can give you another one later today. ;)

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Nice people don't necessarily

Fall in love with nice people.

- J. Franzen

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"You've had boyfriends before right?"

"Ahuh? Why?" she asked frowning, we're in the rooftop waiting for Chynna and Sheena

"How do boys describe their girlfriends?"

"Hmm in fact, I don't even know - - most of them aren't vocal about it. But aren't they all the same? Guys will tell that their girlfriends are beautiful? Hot? Nice? Kind?"

"Are you satisfied with how they've described you?"

"At first I don't mind but now that you asked, it interests me."

"Well?"

"Well? If you are the guy and I'm your girlfriend Cha how would you describe me? Would it be some lazy one word? Poorly thought off one-liners? Or an elaborate paragraph?"

"Depends again, I guess?"

"Depends where again?"

"Depends on how you would want me to describe you? You see Rhian, some girls are so contented even with lazy one words, others are thankful for getting a poorly constructed one-liners but then there are still others who sophisticatedly would want to be elaborated. So tell me Rhian? If I'd be your guy how would want me to describe you?"

"If you'd be my guy? I'd let you choose for me..."

"Why?"

"Cause I know you knew better..."

"Well then, you'll be an elaborate for me... you'll always be an elaborate for me."

"I challenge you to elaborate me now." She looked deeply in my eyes and I can't help but smile.

"Well obviously you are beautiful..." I started which made her snort

"See? You guys are all the same - -" she said laughing

"You have always been beautiful Rhian, even when you are just finding that cold comfortable position when you're about to sleep at night; when you wake up in the morning trying to reach out for your phone to turn off the alarm so you could sleep for 5 more minutes; when you're wearing your messy hair bun and onesies trying to make a descent breakfast in the kitchen; when you decide it's more comfortable eating on the counter tops instead on the table; when you're getting ready for school hurriedly because you woke up late after a sleepless night of cramming; when you're mad, frustrated, sad and every emotion you feel on your downside. You're most beautiful when you're trying to cope up about the drastic changes around you, still playing it cool. You're just painfully, independently and breathtakingly beautiful." I elaborated looking at her I smiled at her awestruck expression

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That, making me feel loved and wanted with mere words?"