"they're singing for you"

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the next time i saw sophia lillis was when she came to me and ordered strawberry ice cream. she did it with a teasing smile, as if she was proving something by not ordering vanilla. i don't know what her point was, all i know was that she looked very pretty with the triumphant look dancing in her eyes. she asked me when i got off work, and i told her it would be about an hour or so until my shift ended. she stayed for an hour, eating her ice cream and watching me work from a little table by the window. sunlight is a really lovely thing on her. once i had gotten off work, she decided to take me for a walk-it was spring, and the flowers bloomed all around us, and in my heart too, i think. we talked aimlessly, and i knew things like her favorite color (blue, but not the bright, intrusive kind. the gentle kind, like her eyes and the soft sweater she wears when it gets colder), her favorite song, (chamber of reflection by mac demarco. she said that everytime she heard it, it felt profound-like she existed, and it felt real.), and the story behind every scar, bruise, and freckle decorating her body. when she talked, it seemed as though the world stopped to listen: but when she didn't, it was filled with the songs of chirping birds and the whistling breeze.
"they're singing for you," she told me, "because you feel like spring." and i did. there was flowers blooming inside of me, and i was basking in the sunshine of sophia lillis. maybe they sang for me, but their song was everything i couldn't say to her.

-oakley

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