I sat sideways in the rocker on the porch and read a book while I waited for him. Half an hour later I saw him walking down the street in his characteristic breezy, unhurried swagger. He carried a small paper bag and as he approached, he began to rummage around inside of it.
The small box he tossed at me (not to me) bounced off my boobs and into my lap.
"Nerds," he said casually. "Nerds for the nerd."
Somewhere buried deep in the garage there is a box filled with random keepsakes of sentimental value. An old napkin. A worn hair rubber band. Secret notes written in a long-forgotten code. The pink diary from 4th and 5th grades. Half of a dollar bill. A few seashells. A Bazooka gum wrapper. School musical programs. My old band shoes. Movie ticket stubs. A saxophone reed. A heart-shaped eraser….
The now empty, flattened box of Nerds candy that Frank bought for me 16 years ago.
It was the first thing he'd ever given to me.
Tonight he came home from playing basketball and threw the eleventeenthousandth box of Nerds at me. I love him.
Even if he smelled like hot trash.
What was the first thing your significant other gave to you?