Things you can't replace
I got a package this week from my girlfriend.
In it was an envelope with a story about gifts, containing my glamourkin from our Sale Swap. I'm still turning over the things I'm taking from what was written, but my glamourkin stayed on for the first two whole days I had it. I even slept with it, brushing my fingers over the face plate in the dark before sleeping.
Taking up the largest part of my package was something else though. A very lovely something else, which almost never made it to me, but it did. I think of it now in the terms of its card, but that doesn't change it. The fact it's been on the edge of my bed for days, or the laughing while showing it off, or petting it in my car.
There is nothing about need in this gift, and in some ways telling you what it is wouldn't tell you what it means to me. She picked up a new fascination and focus with a hobby, and the very first thing she did once she had acquired all the pieces she needed to follow this new love was to make me a surprise. One she wouldn't tell me about for days.
Perhaps, she can make me more, or different things. Perhaps she can change the finite precision of the pieces, or learn accurate professionalism which comes with time and repetition. But there isn't anything in the world that can emulate the way my heart warmed at being thought of and gifted from that first day, those first thoughts and plans.
The way it still does when I trace my fingers over it next to me now.
And that is its very own spark of lightning in and of itself, too.
In it was an envelope with a story about gifts, containing my glamourkin from our Sale Swap. I'm still turning over the things I'm taking from what was written, but my glamourkin stayed on for the first two whole days I had it. I even slept with it, brushing my fingers over the face plate in the dark before sleeping.
Taking up the largest part of my package was something else though. A very lovely something else, which almost never made it to me, but it did. I think of it now in the terms of its card, but that doesn't change it. The fact it's been on the edge of my bed for days, or the laughing while showing it off, or petting it in my car.
There is nothing about need in this gift, and in some ways telling you what it is wouldn't tell you what it means to me. She picked up a new fascination and focus with a hobby, and the very first thing she did once she had acquired all the pieces she needed to follow this new love was to make me a surprise. One she wouldn't tell me about for days.
Perhaps, she can make me more, or different things. Perhaps she can change the finite precision of the pieces, or learn accurate professionalism which comes with time and repetition. But there isn't anything in the world that can emulate the way my heart warmed at being thought of and gifted from that first day, those first thoughts and plans.
The way it still does when I trace my fingers over it next to me now.
And that is its very own spark of lightning in and of itself, too.