Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!!
First Impression: Well...this was a really sweet little story. Its definitely a nice description of the reasons and emotions that surround our protagonist here falling for this person...it definitely feels super realistic to how I imagine this sort of thing happens in real life.
Anyway let's get right to it,
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I might be in love with a hippie. I wonder if he'll like me when he's sober.
Well...that's a very entertaining paragraph to start a story off with...
I found myself debutante in the messy passenger seat of his truck, and his body stretched across me, rolling down the window on my right. I was hypnotized by his aura, by the ruffian musk of his pleasantly suffocating aroma. I could feel his history scolding his high, and the sweet thoughts boiling inside of his colorful mind. He was like the pills they used to make me take-- little poppy seed poppers that were as orange as my insanity-- they gave me vivid nightmares and made me feel heavy enough to crush the pavement but yet I was sky high and eager to run into traffic with invincibility. Watching his fingers guile the wheel was a whole other fantasy, warm sunlight hugging us with loud, unfamiliar music, his unclothed torso glistening with lustful gold. His closeness sent me a decade back in time, made me remember rocking back and forth to classic rock with an atmosphere stained with stale beer as my father swam his way through another scotch-on-the-rocks. But none of this was even moderately unwell. His voice was the jewel upon my newfound crown. He spoke lowly, slowly, letting each vowel linger just long enough to emphasize his distaste for primness, and I was too lost in the ether about him to notice anything outside of the small grin that appeared on his lips.
Well that's a lovely bit of detailed description there...you're definitely painting quite the picture there about how our protagonist here sees him and then the kind of emotions linked with seeing him...this is so far painting quite a vivid image here and that's lovely to see.
His mouth, his lips, his face, his eyes, I was shivering in the sunlight of a good time. I was gasping and sighing within myself, watching him move, watching his body move over me, watching his eyes twinkle and watching him drive barefoot. He reminded me of Mama, and her flagrant apathy and how proud I was to sit with her, and here I was with him. He was the bad inside of me, the deep little secret locked up in my black box heart that escaped only with a crystalline bottle of the blood of the son or another heavy night in a lover’s bedroom. He was like the dial on my scale hitting final 0. I was euphoric, more than appreciative to watch him curse under his breath and yell at the sky and sing into the speakers.
Hmm..its not the sort of thing you would expect to always see in a sweet romantic story but I am definitely getting that sort of vibe from that paragraph so I would say that one is also quite a success there.
We found and wound our way away from his friends, and marched and walked through a park near my house until we were alone and my heart started to flutter as hard as its metaphor.
That appears to be headed in a good direction....
I stumbled, my hand instinctively reaching for my neck and preparing to count my pulse, and watched him bend into me.
I think that’s when I fell for him.
Well that's a really nice little rendition of someone randomly falling for someone...as spontaneously as these things usually happen...ahh...a lovely sweet little story which is very satisfying to read indeed.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall...this has been a really sweet story to end my day's reviewing and phew I started with quite a depressing one...oh well...well this story leaves me with a smile on my face and I think that's about all I've gotta say here.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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