A Little Love Collection

Two

We've been together for well over a year now. I remember each and every one of our myriad of memories. Each memory is like a delicate sticky note placed somewhere in my brain; I'm covered in them. I remember the first time he kissed me. I remember when I told him I loved him. I remember how we met. That's one of my favorites...

"You're not supposed to feed the ducks you know" I said frustrated. I mean who did he think he was. There was a reason why there were signs posted all over the park clearly stating not to feed the ducks.

"Have you ever tried it?" he asked, clearly amused.

"No, I'm not much into duck killing. Not really my thing."

"Oh please, they love the bread" he smirked, showing his teeth.

Did he think I was amusing or something? I felt insulted.

"It's really quite unhealthy for them. Their stomachs swell and I mean just look at all the signs" I said matter-of-factly, pointing all around the park.

"Okay Ms. Park Ranger, come here" he beckoned for me to come closer to him.

Only when I approached him did I notice how handsome he was: sharp jawline, smooth skin, dark brown eyes. His eyelashes were long and his lips looked soft, almost inviting. He was wearing a plain, blue V-neck and a pair of khakis. He pulled off the causual look quite well.

"Here" he said, extending his hand with a piece of bread.

"Were you listening to me at all?" I whined. Did he not understand English?

"I think you're going to find it fun" he said in a playful tone, throwing me a crooked smile. There's nothing fun about tossing bread at ducks.

He crossed his arms, clearly waiting for me to toss the bread.

"I have all day" he sighed, taking a seat on the rock next to him.

Realizing he wasn't giving up this charade anytime soon, I took the torn piece of bread in my hands and tossed it to a nearby duck. It gobbled the bread within a matter of seconds. I had to admit: it was fascinating. The duck cocked its head and approached me. I couldn't help but smile as it waded near my feet, clearly eager for more. I grabbed another piece of bread and pace it next to the duck. I grabbed more and more until the bread bag was nearly empty and I was surrounded by over a dozen ducks.

"Well would you look at that, someone made some friends" he said, as if it were a personal accomplishment.

"I've named them and everything" I replied proudly. I tried not to let him see how excited I was from feeding the ducks.

"Oh is that so?" he said intrigued, "Please introduce me."

"Well this one is Bonnie" I said pointing to the first one I fed, "And this here is Clyde...Over here we have Stella and Mr. Feathers and..." The list continued as I pointed to each duck individually.

When I finished, he pointed to himself, "And this one here is Charlie" he smiled.

I pointed to myself, "Ella".