her_eyes pralines&cream He sat, nervous, in the chair at the airport. He picked at the dirt beneath his fingernail and glanced at the sunflower beside him. She’d never cared for roses and chocolates. She was more of a sunflower and cashews kind of girl. He laughed as he remembered how long he’d bought her roses before he realized that she hated them. One birthday, he just knew, as soon as she held the roses in her hands, looked up at him with her brown eyes, and told him they were beautiful, that she was lying. He could tell she was lying by her eyes. He supposed that was the moment when he’d fallen in love with her. After that, her eyes always gave it away. He smiles at the memories. Time ticked by slowly, second by second on the watch she’d given him for their two-year anniversary. He wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of his Levi’s jeans and rose to his feet as the plane became visible on the horizon. The first thing he saw was her face, still soft and glowing. Then he noticed her hair - shorter, more professional. He gazed at her new designer suit, replete with sleek matching boots. As he glanced down at his own dirty sneakers, he wondered what had happened to her frayed jeans and long tousled hair. She stared at the sunflower and cashews as he handed them to her, as if she was struggling to remember what significance they held. He took her hand and they headed toward the exit, the perfect couple looking a little mismatched. She hadn’t said a word, but he knew she was lying. Her lips smiled when she looked up at him, but her eyes told him anyway. 020425 ... Doar flash with the mischievous bright green sad in gold . all the moments count. . 130608 what's it to you? who go blather from