I told him I wouldn't forget. There's many a memory lost upon the stormy waves of thoughts and emotions that swirl relentlessly around in my head. But he wouldn't be among those counted missing.
I told him I would book-mark him. Set a page aside for him in the novel that's constantly being written in my mind. And even if we go our separate ways, life takes a turn, things don't work, we never speak again...I'll still have him book-marked. And even if it gets carried away on the wind, I'll still whisper "Thanks for the memories."
Because he's one of the few that understands.
So many see the surface: the nicely polished marble, slightly cracked, a few imperfections, but I mean no one's perfect. And they're content with that view. The outside will do just fine, thank you, nothing else to it and even if there is we can't be taking the time to find out.
There's so much more. The Ordinary Princess wants to scream it at them. Beg them. Shove it in their content and lethargic faces.
But at the same time...
She lets them find it out for themselves. That's her test.
That's how she knows they're important, worth it, a fellow soul working towards a similar goal. That's who she gives slivers of her heart to. That's how she knows they deserve to be book-marked.
If they dig deeper. Find the little heart made of gold hidden a few feet within the marble. That's when she chips a piece off her tiny, still-beating, golden heart...
And gives it away.
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