the threads in her head

Sweet-Heart, Valentine's Day-

Round thin circles that go on ceaselessly - for infinity. Ribbed with delicate bands of colour - red, blue, silver, rose, green, yellow - dangly thin metal bangles.

A red "sorry" scrawled rather crudely, hastily, onto a piece of white A4 paper. A coloured-in red heart with wings, all done with a red pastel, like a little kid, little boy. My heart melted.

(It melted all over again when I realised they were not meant to be wings, but sweet wrappers.)

A mass of black nibble fishes suddenly whipping round and flipping their tails, rapidly to his legs, worming between his toes, going up and down all over his legs - nibbling, nibbling, nibbling. "Wah, ticklish!" he yells, twitching and jerking slightly while he tries to hold his laughter in while I watch in quiet amusement. A naughty peal of laughter breaks through his tightly closed lips - I burst into laughter myself.

The fish theme continues, we end up at fish&co. The food there was really nice. Dumping fries onto his portion was even more fun. The drink was slightly sour - tangy - and gassy. Gassy passionfruit drink. I like. He tries some. He's ok with it. I continue sipping. Drinking. I am happy drinking it. I am happy.

We took 156 to school. The seats at the back were low, and it was nice. We were shielded. In a little world of our own. I felt small all over again, but not in a bad way. It is warm and nice resting on your shoulders. You nuzzle and nibble my ear, and it is nice.

I like the way you laughed so hard, and that stunned bright-eyed excitement/astonishment you sometimes get. The bear hug was funny.

It was a lovely night.