The night of her party, I stood off to the side with drink in hand, bound to the wall by shyness. The invite I’d received one week before had caught me by surprise. We weren’t close friends; in fact, we were barely more than acquaintances. I wasn’t sure how she felt about me.
She knew how I felt for her.
I admired the catlike grace with which she moved about the room. I was taken once again by the radiance of her smile. And I noted how tenderly she accepted his soft, lingering kiss.
– Bill Sekscenski