He loved her. That much was clear to him now.
He took a deep breath , waited for inspiration to flood him and took another to let out his doubt. He could do it , he had to.
All he had in front of him was a sea shell and some pebbles. The sea shell represented his memories and the pebbles , his pebbles of love.
It came , the need to gift his love , something special , something creative.
He was awake the whole night working on it , trying to paint on the shell , trying to tell the world that he had to do it , to convince himself he was special.
The paint spilt on his shirt , that didn’t bother him.The glue started a mild rash on his hands , that didn’t stop him.
It was ready in the morning , the delicate structure of love.
As he stood in front of the mirror he couldn’t but help notice it , the He was now Me.