Little Blue Handbag

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It’s snowing, and you move up ahead with a handful of stars and a look on your face so angelic yet mischievous. The landscape is white, as is the sky that seems to be reaching down to the ground. Running away from me and then coming back and moving in for the kill, you hit me with your handbag and snort with laughter as I act so startled. You do this over and over again until you get sloppy and move a fraction too slow. Snatching at your arm, you squeal and kick your feet as I pull you in and kiss your lips. Sniffing your wet hair, a dog walker passes us by and laughs. In the lake to our left, swans dance on frozen ice and flap their wings. For a second, they take flight, and then they come back down and slide out of sight. Slipping your fingers into mine, you tell me you’re hungry. You want Chinese. No, pizza. No, Chinese. We don’t have enough money, and yet when I state this, you stamp your feet and go in for the kill again. Within the hour, we’re zeroing in on the takeaway place not far from mine. Tickling you as you stand at the traffic lights even though there’s no traffic, your face turns red and in the heat of the moment, you threaten me with death. Your eyes widen and your nostrils flare, and as you clutch your little blue handbag, you look like the sweetest most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As we cross the road in the midst of a temporary truce, I stop for a second and look about me. The snow’s falling lightly, and we can barely see a thing. The day has ceased, and right now, it’s just us. The us of here, and the us of over there. Looking around, you ask me why we’ve stopped. I’m hungry! Why are you doing this to me?! You’re on the verge of a sulk, but I hold you close and tell you not to worry. Dazed and confused, I search our surroundings unsure of what’s going on. There’s something in the air. I can taste it in each snowflake that lands upon my tongue. Trying to figure out the cause of my uncertainty, I notice you looking at me, and when you look at me, you do something no one else has ever done. Something you’ll keep on doing no matter how far we end up growing apart.

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  1. “Trying to figure out the cause of my uncertainty, I notice you looking at me, and when you look at me, you do something no one else has ever done. Something you’ll keep on doing no matter how far we end up growing apart.”

    I have a lump in my throat, Stephen. I don’t know how I missed this…and it touched me so much. x

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