The Gift

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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.

His gift.

To her.

His heart.

To her.

 

As he stood in front of the mirror he couldn’t but help notice it , the He was now Me.

 

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