She swept her hair back into a bunch and somehow managed to secure all her hair in one place with a hair clip. Wonderful invention that one is. I mean the girl, not the clip. She had this air to her. Not an arrogant, high on her horse air but a sort of ethereal one. It gave her a magical glow but then again it might just be my imagination.

In case you don't know this already, I'm Dennis. Dennis Bond. Well I wish anyway. That way Sam might just go to the prom with me. I'm Dennis Grieg. Sam has a wonderful name. I feel that everyone's name matches their personality and qualities. Take Sam for an example, Samantha Tiara Keel is her full name. Samantha has that girl-next-door feel to it, giving her a down-to-earth personality; Tiara shows the other-worldly, sparkly quality to Sam; and well Keel is just Keel.

Today she wore an off-white baby-doll dress with black cross-stitches and sequins on it. Her shorts were army-green in colour and were up to the middle of her thigh, making me feel slightly nauseous without any known reason. Her flats were a metallic silver and had a black bow strapped onto the top, front part. These minuscule details, fragments of her, piled up in my mind, they are kept in a tiny secret compartment of my brain. This treasure chest has "Tiara" engraved on it with a little tiara symbol on both its sides. I try to contain all this information in this box, but sometimes it overflows and spills into the corners of my mind and keeps my whole day occupied.

Most of the time I fantasise about her, in the clean way. The other 10% of the time is the more hopeful time : when I fantasise and day-dream of her falling in love with me and both of us going on luxurious honeymoons. Then another 10% of my time is when I wake up from these reveries and realise with an agonizing jolt that Sam is so close yet so far away.

I once had a beautiful dream where I wrote a French love-letter to her saying "Je t'aime, Samanthat Tiara Keel." but then it turned into a dreadful nightmare when she found it, read it, threw it away and never again spoke to me. I could feel my heart clench and unclench several times in my chest until I felt it would just push out of my chest and all the veins and arteries would be spurting out blood onto the floor and my organs would be dropping out one by one, dop dop dop dop......

Sometimes I can just feel her lips gently graze mine, ever so softly that it was like it never even happened before. If it was a dream I would always wake up just before my lips came in contact with hers. I always would imagine her lips being as soft as jelly and tasting like something sweet, creme caramel maybe or toffee.



Hi fungi. I just felt like writing this. I 'll tell you why as soon as you get back.
Adios.
Hasta luego.
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