A boy with a coin, he crammed in his jeans. Then making a wish, he tossed in the sea…

05.01.14 -1
Music/title: Boy With A Coin; Iron & Wine
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We crawled into the back of his car, and I suddenly remembered last year..
The way I had crossed that ever so thinning line between us being ‘just friends’ and ‘something more.’ I threw my things aside and laid my head against his chest. This was where I belonged. With him. ..It was always with him, and it was never enough. He played this song, knowing I’d fallen in love with him to it. The glass was starting to fog, and I could see the clear reflection of the face he’d drawn for me last year.
Everything was so perfect...
He sat up, held my hands in his, and I could feel every emotion swell up inside me..
.. .. .. ..
“Does this song still give you butterflies?”
[ Yes… Do you still get them with me? ]
[ I can never see them anymore.. When do you feel them? ]
“All the time, Bettina.
…because I love you so much.”

… .. . ..
I remember feeling sad for a moment.
Just a brief moment, thinking back to when I could see his every emotion so clearly. I missed that. It made me sad knowing that he still felt them and I couldn’t see. But then he spoke to me, and in his hands he held out a small box.. And on his face I saw the butterflies. Once again I saw his emotions, and the way he loved the ever living out of me as he asked me to spend the rest of my life by his side.
It was you, Arden.
Whether I realized it or not, it’s always been you..


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