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  • I met Katie on Valentines Day last year. She was wearing a crisp white dress of the Ms Monroe variety, paired with shocking red lips curled into a teasing, secretive smile. I noticed her first - she radiated an energy that was alluring yet sinister somehow, and I immediately wanted to know who this beautiful, curious creature was.

    I stumbled into class late; having changed my degree course a week into the academic year, I had missed the orientation and the opportunity to get to know my classmates. Through a series of serendipitous events I managed to successfuly switch degrees - the administrative work got cleared the day my first class with my new classmates was scheduled. My new classmates which included this strange Katie. After a quick introduction I took a seat - the only available seat - situated directly opposite Her. She smiled at me with those red lips. Smiling like she knew something I didn't.

    I returned the smile.

    She was mesmerising! I struggled to not look at her for longer than a few seconds, welcoming each contribution she made to the class discussion as an opportunity to study her face. Her creamy skin, blue eyes and the curve of her soft jaw line reminded me of descriptions I had read amongst Wikipedia entries and several textbooks: Goddess.
    Subversely, I shied away from her gaze, sure that she could see right through me. I didn't know what the fuck was going on quite frankly - who was this 'Katie' girl anyway? Making me blush. Making me crush. Making me wonder what those red lips tasted like, when prior to the minute I stepped into that seminar room I was convinced I knew myself, my likes, my interests.

    I liked Katie, though. I was attracted to her in the most inexplicable fashion. Always wondering if perhaps - she was attracted to me too?
    (That secretive smile again, always that smile).

    We've since graduated and embarked on separate paths. And I will probably never see those curved red lips again.
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