The Suit-
These events were never her forte, a sea of black suits and white shirts, moving as one but desperately trying to stand out with their individually curated ties.
The only reason why she was present at this one was because, as so many people had parroted the words, “it was her special day”.
As her mind started to descend into the rabbit hole of thoughts surrounding those words and why this day had to stand out as the most special out of every other day with him, she turned and looked over at him.
The answer was standing right there, in black and white.
It was that moment that was special, not the day, not the vowels, not the approving looks.
It was looking at him from afar without his knowledge, and just knowing that he was waiting for the person in front of him to stop talking so he could shove the delicious canapé that he held in his hand, into his mouth in one go.
Loving and adoring who he was, that was what was special.
She collected that moment and stored it away with all the others, knowing there would be many more.
Original words by
Samantha Cox