c u p ?

G i f t ?

She watched her past self scan the store shelves in consideration.

She knew she was going to be picked.

Her old self would choose a mug that would make her laugh at a memory. A memory where his hair stuck up every which way after tumbling out of the surf. She would put the mug in a birthday bag with bright blue tissue paper. Just like the water.

   Even as she felt longing to walk along and speak with him... it was nice to see his happy face again as she was pulled out of the bag.

Even if it wasn't in the same adoration as before.