Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #24

 Dear Wrenbird,

You got me a gift today.

When I asked what for, you simply said:

“No reason. I just felt like getting you something.”

It was a relatively small box.

So I instinctively knew it wasn't a puppy or a kitten.

But I did think it might've been a Bearded Dragon...

Kidding.

When I opened it, I found a thick leather arm band.

You were smiling timidly, not meeting my gaze.

So I picked it up and noticed the blue circle dangling from the leather bracelet.

It swirled with different hues of blues and purples.

And I couldn't help thinking, “It looks like a blue moon.”

Which I guess I actually said out loud.

“Yep,” you said, “that's what I was hoping you would think.”

I smiled. “Is it for what I think it is...?”

You nodded and glanced away, your cheeks pink.

My god, when did I get so lucky?

None of my past girlfriends had ever thought of something like this.

Then again.

I haven't felt this way about any of them, either.

Once in a blue moon, Wren.

Once in a blue moon.

August 1,

Koda