I saw these really cute pair of sunnies at one of my favorite stores. It was a bargain-type of store, filled with all kinds of wonderful things, like really cool Doctor Who and Adventure Time mugs, imported candies, clothes, toys, and other kinds of knick-knacks. I loved going there as a child and even more as a young adult, where I could just afford anything my heart desired, not just for looking anymore.
My heart wanted those sunnies. A really beautiful pair, a huge teal-colored, rectangular-type sunglasses, which were rounded at the corners. I tried it on and they fit me perfectly. I looked in the mirror, made faces. I found it funny, and smiled. They looked really good on me. The last time I looked good in a pair was a long time ago.
I never really wore sunglasses. I have accepted the fact that it was impossible, given that I had terrible eyesight and had to wear prescription glasses all the time. My glasses weren't a geeky pair though, I made sure of that. But even if they were cool they weren't giving my eyes any protection from the sun, just the ability to see where I was going. I gave up on my dream of looking really good in sunglasses, until that fateful day when I found the perfect pair.
They weren't really mine, though. A friend of mine left it in his backpack. I happened to stumble upon it while I was searching for something inside his bag. I remembered seeing the blue sunglasses case, taking it out and peeking. Inside was a pair of blue-tinted Aviator-type sunglasses.
I know sunglasses are not supposed to be shared, but I tried it on. I asked my friend how I looked. He said his sunglasses were for men, but strangely, it looked really good on me. I looked in my compact mirror. He was right. I fell in love with those sunglasses immediately.
I also know sunglasses are not supposed to be borrowed as well, but I did. I asked to borrow it for a few weeks. Strangely, he let me. Maybe because I kept begging, or maybe he saw how I looked at it. I felt happy - I looked good in sunglasses, in MEN'S sunglasses!
For the next few weeks I brought it with me everywhere I went. I would flaunt it in school and all the other girls were jealous. At home though, I hid it because I didn't want anyone to ask me where I got them. Sunglasses, after all, are never meant to be borrowed from other people, especially if they were from your male friend. My dad would have a heart attack if he found out. So I kept it safely hidden, only to be brought out to be the center of attention at school. A few weeks passed and my friend seemed to have forgotten to ask for his sunglasses back. I had forgotten too, because it felt like it was mine, the perfect pair. A month passes. Two. Both of us had forgotten. Until out of the blue he remembered and I had no choice but to give it back. The perfect pair, his again, never mine to begin with.
I looked in the mirror again. I loved the sunnies, but I knew I didn't have enough money on me. I removed them and put them back. Oh well, maybe next time, they will be mine.
My heart wanted those sunnies. A really beautiful pair, a huge teal-colored, rectangular-type sunglasses, which were rounded at the corners. I tried it on and they fit me perfectly. I looked in the mirror, made faces. I found it funny, and smiled. They looked really good on me. The last time I looked good in a pair was a long time ago.
I never really wore sunglasses. I have accepted the fact that it was impossible, given that I had terrible eyesight and had to wear prescription glasses all the time. My glasses weren't a geeky pair though, I made sure of that. But even if they were cool they weren't giving my eyes any protection from the sun, just the ability to see where I was going. I gave up on my dream of looking really good in sunglasses, until that fateful day when I found the perfect pair.
They weren't really mine, though. A friend of mine left it in his backpack. I happened to stumble upon it while I was searching for something inside his bag. I remembered seeing the blue sunglasses case, taking it out and peeking. Inside was a pair of blue-tinted Aviator-type sunglasses.
I know sunglasses are not supposed to be shared, but I tried it on. I asked my friend how I looked. He said his sunglasses were for men, but strangely, it looked really good on me. I looked in my compact mirror. He was right. I fell in love with those sunglasses immediately.
I also know sunglasses are not supposed to be borrowed as well, but I did. I asked to borrow it for a few weeks. Strangely, he let me. Maybe because I kept begging, or maybe he saw how I looked at it. I felt happy - I looked good in sunglasses, in MEN'S sunglasses!
For the next few weeks I brought it with me everywhere I went. I would flaunt it in school and all the other girls were jealous. At home though, I hid it because I didn't want anyone to ask me where I got them. Sunglasses, after all, are never meant to be borrowed from other people, especially if they were from your male friend. My dad would have a heart attack if he found out. So I kept it safely hidden, only to be brought out to be the center of attention at school. A few weeks passed and my friend seemed to have forgotten to ask for his sunglasses back. I had forgotten too, because it felt like it was mine, the perfect pair. A month passes. Two. Both of us had forgotten. Until out of the blue he remembered and I had no choice but to give it back. The perfect pair, his again, never mine to begin with.
I looked in the mirror again. I loved the sunnies, but I knew I didn't have enough money on me. I removed them and put them back. Oh well, maybe next time, they will be mine.
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