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four oclock in the morning i observed him with his nose pressed lightly against the window of my car, his scarf is black and grey and wrapped around his face, his hands are tucked tightly into his pockets and his eyes are squinty trying to look inside. he pulls his scarf down just enough to expose his mouth to huff some warm air onto the car window, slowly his left hand moves from his pocket to the window and he scribbles "i ♥ u."
i sigh.
i roll down the window, i inhale, i exhale, i inhale deeper, i exhale heavier, i breathe quietly why did you write that with a period? he takes his other hand out of his pocket and holds my face in the palm of his cold cold hands and leans his forhead against mine, "a period is put at the end of a sentence to show that the thought is at an end, what i mean is, in the end, i really just love you a lot. and a 'period' can also mean a large interval of time, and in which case, i want to spend it with you." i turn the car off and step back into the cold with my body press closely to his. it's my turn to hold his face in my hands now, and rub my face all over his and his scarf that smells like fresh laundry, okay, okay, okay. i'll stay, i'll stay if you make me waffles in the morning and promise to always write i love you with a period at the end. he promises, swears by it, crosses his heart with his index finger.
and i believe it,
and i woke up in the morning to warm waffles laying ontop my belly and a smiley bright eyed boy with brown hair and blue eyes. my small tale of true romance.