Thinking back, she couldn’t recall whose idea it was to share the earbuds that night.
She could definitely remember enjoying the closeness.
She also remembered how, to that point, she really only loved his stubble in theory.
But that night. Lightly rubbing her cheek.
She got it.
In what sounded like a far off place, Zooey Deschanel admitted “I was never no, never no, never enough. / But I can try, I can try to toughen up.”
Sitting on the dock, as waves lovingly taunted her pretty toes, she wondered if he could hear her heart race.
Or feel it.
He looked at her.
He held it.
She didn’t recognize the expression. It was too early to know them all.
He looked down at his own feet. Further down in the water.
He lightly splashed her toes.
It was just past sunset. A time she always preferred, really. A little darker, but still beautiful. A little less showy, but much richer and deeper.
She heard what she was sure was a conversation between two birds.
They were a couple, of this she was certain. But they were going through a rough patch. His ego. Her passion. They were on a collision course.
She felt a little sad. She hoped her little bird friends could work it out.
He put his hand on the dock behind her and leaned in even closer.
She was sure he’d hear her heart this time.
She was writing various outcomes to the evening in her head.
Trying to re-live it, before she really lived it.
He looked at her again.
“Filing this moment away,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“You’ll ask about it some day.”
The birds continued to try to work it out.
The tide rose just enough to tickle her toes.
She rubbed her cheek against his stubble.