Tuesday, February 13, 2007
He takes out a box from the glove compartment. A tiny card follows suit. "It's not much, but..." he says, handing it to me. "I didn't get you anything," I say, a bit embarassed by my lack of thoughtfulness. I open the card first. A small spray-painted heart with cats crawling around. It makes me smile. I open the box. He holds his breath. "I hope you like it," he says. I have no words as I trail my finger along the pendant. "Did you make this yourself?" I ask. He gives me a goofy grin. "It's a small thing..." he says. I wore it around my neck. It was perfect.
Just like him and his goofy grin.