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"I bought you this," she told me, and she radiated belief in her gift. "It made me think of you."
Despite myself, I hesitated opening the present, which, in late April, was wrapped gaily in Christmas paper. It could so easily be gorse seedlings—meaning my hair—or similar. Everything is a compliment from her, or she means it to be. And sometimes I understand it, and sometimes, I, well, I sometimes don't.
"I love you, beautiful," read the teddy bear's tummy. "Because I love you," she explained. And my cheeks burned in shame before I gave her a kiss.
White fluffy teddy bear with red bow by Horia Valan