#eglaf

(Noun)

The first time she saw him, she smiled. Not because of his adorable good looks or his physical attractiveness, but because she saw someone real. Someone who didn’t conform to society’s false presentation of oneself. No pose, no facade, no particularly noticeable effort to impress the viewer. Just a pudgy boy in a plain black t-shirt stood in a bathroom. His dark, curly hair that looked thick and soft to the touch, shining under the lights. His soft, awkward smile that was ever so slightly upturned in the corner and revealed a dimple of impressive size that would later be referred to as “the crater”. Just Will.

Evelyn and Will had been messaging each other for a day or so now. They’d decided to share selfies. Evelyn was immensely pleased by Will’s photograph. Her exact words were, “Finally! Someone with meat on them!” Will was not someone who would be considered skinny or slim, but rather pudgy. This was something that pleased Evelyn as she herself could also be called pudgy. It made her more comfortable that Will’s build was similar to her own. They could relate to one another. Evelyn was yet to realize that Will would become the person that would make her feel the most comfortable and at ease she had ever felt.

Evelyn’s photo featured her, also in a bathroom, at a party (her first one) a week before. Her long, brown hair tumbled around her face and over her shoulders in a tangle of waves and curls. Her subtly made up face smiling for the photo. The bright light of the bathroom reflected in her black rimmed glasses and highlighted the features of her shirt. She imagined Will was also pleased with her photo, but honestly she didn’t know. His exact words were, “Is that a Captain America shirt?!”. And so, their shared love of superheroes and other nerdy topics had been discovered. Looking back, Evelyn now considered that discovery the start of their relationship with one another; the point when they really looked at one another.

A few days later…

Evelyn was at her father’s house babysitting her younger sister who was settled and asleep upstairs. In a few hours, Will would video call her for the first time. She was nervous. Her anxiety was fluttering in her chest. She’d showered, made sure her hair looked decent, done her makeup, polished her glasses and to top it off, she’d worn her onesie.

can I rant? I’m gonna rant for a bit. 

I’m so awkward, just incredibly awkward. and I have so many brain farts:

eglaf: a word that literally has no meaning and can be used in place of any other word (the word of your brain fart dreams).