pretty
we were chatting briefly in the hall - as we usually do whenever we happen to run into each other - when, just as we were about to continue on our separate ways, he said:
"you look pretty today."
"oh.. thanks.." i was tired and out of it, and i was wearing a junky t-shirt and my black stretchy sweat pants.
"no, really. you look really pretty."
i did a nervous giggle, probably blushing, and turned to make my way to my room, saying "thank you" once again.
and i often wonder to myself: what compels people to give such a random compliment like that? like, what would make me prettier than any other day..? pretty enough that someone else would feel the need to point it out, i dunno..
LJ