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Tell me I’m your national anthem.
…
There’s red, white, and blue in the sky
and there’s heaven in your eyes.
Your eyes are pretty, like sapphires or rubies or, I don’t know, you.
They shine bright in the sun, but sometimes it looks like you’re about to cry because of the shining and I feel sad when it looks like you’re sad.
You were sad once. It was more bittersweet than anything, though. Like endings.
I will never forget that night.
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It’s eleven at night. Test Tube and I have been up dealing with work, and I’m in the living room writing.
She yelled at me earlier for such a silly thing. We apologized to each other, but it still doesn’t sit right like poisonous butterflies in your stomach. I think something’s wrong. It isn’t something small like her diagnosed PMS, it’s something more.
Right before I went to ask her if she’s okay, she fucking screamed.
“Test Tube, what the hell?!” I jumped more out of fear than judgement. I hurried to where she was, and knocked on the bathroom door. “What happened?! I’m opening the door.”
The door opens after I unlock it, and all I see is my wife sitting on the floor, sobbing.
“Fuckfuckfuck..” she mutters. I sit down beside her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask in a comforting tone, touching her shoulder with my palm.
She takes a deep breath.
“We’re having a fucking child, Fan,” she sighs. “I’m pregnant.”
…
The red, white, and blue hits different now.
It represents our pride.
The heaven in your eyes does too.
It symbolizes how our situation doesn’t change how I see you.
The sapphires in your eyes glimmer, and I sigh.
“Fan, don’t tell me you're staring at me like I’m your middle school crush or some shit,” she giggles, and I smile – partly because of her joke, and half because it’s the first time she’s smiled in who knows how long.
Seeing her laugh feels good.
It makes me realize that we’re each other’s national anthems.