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The past 15 minutes just captured the beauty of what my life is like right now so perfectly that I wish I could have taped it to play whenever I'm feeling lost or alone.
He walked me to my car after sitting at a sun-bathed table outside Rully's for 45 minutes and drinking vanilla Italian sodas. He kissed me on the forehead and said, "see you soon." I slid into the car as the wind picked up the hem of my red vintage dress, dancing it about in the most elegant way. I had been driving for 5 minutes before I realized I was still smiling. I put on Sufjan Stevens and turned up the volume, as the wind pushed in from my open windows and tried to smother the sound. I drove fast down Sir Francis Drake and up my hill, the car passing under streams of light after shadows of trees after more streams of light. "All The Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" ended just as I pulled fast into my driveway, and as I stepped out of the car in my mother's old white heels, my phone rang. "I LOVE YOU MORE!" and a quick hang up.
I've had many bitter/apathetic Valentine's Days, but this is not one of them. No flowers or jewelry or grand sweeping gestures, just the boy I love and a cut-out picture of a rainy day in Paris to fill me with dreams for the future.
He walked me to my car after sitting at a sun-bathed table outside Rully's for 45 minutes and drinking vanilla Italian sodas. He kissed me on the forehead and said, "see you soon." I slid into the car as the wind picked up the hem of my red vintage dress, dancing it about in the most elegant way. I had been driving for 5 minutes before I realized I was still smiling. I put on Sufjan Stevens and turned up the volume, as the wind pushed in from my open windows and tried to smother the sound. I drove fast down Sir Francis Drake and up my hill, the car passing under streams of light after shadows of trees after more streams of light. "All The Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" ended just as I pulled fast into my driveway, and as I stepped out of the car in my mother's old white heels, my phone rang. "I LOVE YOU MORE!" and a quick hang up.
I've had many bitter/apathetic Valentine's Days, but this is not one of them. No flowers or jewelry or grand sweeping gestures, just the boy I love and a cut-out picture of a rainy day in Paris to fill me with dreams for the future.