The Heart Stamp
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was sick of ordinary, unspoken love. She was prone to clumsiness and beautiful things. So she took a marker and drew her heart on a sheet of rubber, and inked it with her own blood. (Hearts bleed an awful lot, you see.) Whenever she loved something, she pressed it with that rubber stamp. She stamped poems, cats, sunsets, strangers, guitars, whispers, sweaters, classmates, toddlers, glasses, chairs, hands, ironies, wildflowers, cinnamon, professors, and birds.
She stamped the face of her boyfriend, and every day she saw her love on his face, her heart reflected back in his eyes. The girl soon found that when you see something every day, though, it soon becomes ordinary, too. Like a sign, his appearance read, “I love you.” I love you, I love you, I love you. Every time she saw him, I love you.
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