it's not about trophies.

that's what eddie always thought about and would never change in his mind and his heart. trophies are great, yes. it's an award you get for years of hard work and compassion. to have at least one, even just from a quiz bee, is like getting the biggest greatest hug of all time that tells you you made it!

maybe it's the way he wants his name on a trophy plate. maybe he doesn't care if it's made of real gold or not, but that's not a maybe cause he really doesn't care. or maybe it's just the way he loves skiing so much. he'd never known any sport— well, ballet, but he never dreamed of doing ballet and for eternity.

he's a simple guy, you know. who just wants to fly high and do what makes his heart soar and warm, like an eagle. an eagle of course, not a hawk cause eagle sounds more glorious.

then comes that one spring afternoon practice he has on a valley, a wave of dandelion bristles slapping him on the face that had him blowing and sputtering to get it off his mouth.

then suddenly, there's you.

eyes closed, bald dandelion on hand, like you just made a wish and blow at it. that's how he met you. in a field of dandelions at that with him standing there on a pompom hat and thick eyeglasses that makes his eyes big enough to get a clearer sight of you.

how cliché is that?

and as cliché as it is, he sees forever in your eyes and he just feels okay whenever he sees your smile that it gets so hard to breathe and has him praying.

god, is this love?