#xburninglights

“oh...,” jory says looking down at the gift placed in his hands. he turns a soft shade of pink and a sort of smile comes on his face. “you...you remembered,” he says brightening. he plays with the ribbon the gift for his birthday. he supposes it’s not such a fantastic feat to remember his birthday. it falls on valentines day. his mother once told him it was sign. that the day of love fit a boy who was loved by everyone very well. ‘you were born on what would have been your father and i’s sixth wedding anniversary jory, and i remember proclaiming to the heavens that you were being born’ his mother told him a hundred times.