He was out shopping from store to store and found some ear rings for her. The sounds of the season filtered
through the speakers of the mall, and yet something didn’t feel right. She had barely survived the transplant
and all he had to give her was, ear rings? It had been such a horrible year, he needed to give her something special,
but he just didn’t know what. He fought through the crowds with such a small gift, until he finally
made it back to the car, frustrated. He was almost in tears as he whispered into the dark, “God I need something special this year…..”
And then it came suddenly, struck him really, he would write her a poem!
He would pour out his heart. That’s all he ever really had, anyway.
They both cried when she tore the paper, opening the gift on Christmas Day, tucked into a wooden frame.
To this day it is mounted proudly on the wall
next to her bed. “The best gift ever…..” she said.
He had given his heart once again.
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