I will never look at a raisin the same.
I want you to meet my parents.
The thought of you leaving tomorrow makes me feel empty.
I want to do stupid things just to be around you.
I want to post pictures with you because I’m proud of you.
Oof her eyes were filling with moisture, and it blurred her vision as she tried to read the neat handwriting.
You are weird in the best ways.
I want you to see my apartment.
I want to hear all about your animal side.
I want you to trust me.
I want to trust you.
I want more time.
The last one said,To me you are not a mistake.
Her heart was breaking wide open with his honest words. He was a tough man with his life together, but he was being vulnerable for her.
Another folded piece of paper was at the bottom of the box, and under it was something that drew a laugh from her lungs.
There was a tiny wiener-shaped rose quartz. It was pink, her favorite color.
Birdie clutched the little rock in her hand as she unfolded the bigger note and began to read.
I hope you like me as much as I like you, but if not, I understand.
If perchance (I had to look that word up by the way), you do, then I was wondering if you would like to do any or all of these things with me today? I don’t care about the UnValentine’s Day stuff anymore, Birdie. I only care about you.
Below, there was an itinerary for the day with boxes left open for her to put checkmarks into.
The first was breakfast at his favorite place by his apartment.
Next was the snowy ATV tour together.
Next was lunch at this sandwich shop that was on some television show that he’d never had a reason to try before she’d come along.
Next was snack shopping for her hamsters favorite snacks in case she needed to Change unexpectedly ever again. That part made her laugh.
Next was a midday nap on the couch in front of the fire in Lodge 9 because he apparently hadn’t slept a wink last night either.
Next was the snowshoe excursion put on by the Woodpecker Inn, and finally…
Dinner made by Gran with Ava and Brock, and Natalie and Reed, and the others they’d met while they had been staying here. He even told her the menu. Gran was making pot roast and mashed potatoes and gravy tonight.
At the bottom, he wrote P. S. you should know that if you check any of these, I’m going to do the mushy shit and ask you to be my Valentine. Guess what my new favorite animal is?
He drew a smiley face on an awful looking hamster cartoon, and signed his name at the bottom, and whoo, her fluttering heart.
Birdie flung herself backward against the couch and looked up at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above her.
