Anna tucked her head back inside the train window and held the bouquet of pink drasies inhaled and inhaled as she let the small of promise and hopes fill her senses.
She grabbed a fist full of petals, dangled,let go to one petal at a time and began her whispered chant of ‘He love me, he loves me not,and he loves me!’ The pink petals become confetti sprinkling the turquoise sky..
Across from Anna sat Oliver.He sat inhaling the warm spring air, enveloped in the feelings that spring always brought him,feelings of being thankful,feeling a live and being in love.
Oliver had been in love before.But sometimes things that you thought were meant to be,were not meant at all.Oliver had lost faith in love but it was the springtime ebb that had pushed him to believe in love again.
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