shimmer shoes

Can I ask you something?“ A small child asks, looking down at her shimmering shoes.

“Of course.”

“When did you know you loved him?” She whispers to me, subtly pointing over to the tall boy behind me.

I smile, “You know, I think it was when his favorite song came on the radio, and all I could think about was how I wished he was there with me, singing along just as loud as I.

—  E. Grin