It was August. And I asked Sophia as she was leaning into my shoulder if she wanted to share my earphones. I was watching the Colbert Report on my iPhone. She smiled. I gave her one and she nestled into me. I felt her spending most of the two hour flight from Johannesburg to Cape Town continually returning the earplug into her ear.
“I have deformed ear holes,” she said.
“No way! I think its just the way you are putting them in,” And I positioned to see her ear closer. I then took the earphone and placed it inside. She smiled and it seemed that the earphone just popped out.
“See!” and she laughed.
“Let me try again,” and again I positioned my fingers to jab it inside.
“Owww!” she squealed.
“I am just making sure it sticks.”
And again it popped out with little effort.
“I have never been able to get ear phones to stay. Ever since I was a little girl.”
And finally we settled on her leaning her ear against my shoulder to keep it in. Only when she laughed and pulled away then it would drop into her lap.
I remembered while I felt her breath against my face and leaning down to watch my iPhone that I thought to myself, its her imperfections that make her perfect.
“What are you thinking about?” she said a little too loud because of the volume in her one ear.
“What?”
“I saw you looking away. It looks like you are thinking about something.”
“How lucky I am.”
“Shutup! You mean you like me – retarded ear holes – and all?”
“Well I am more deformed than you are – and you like me.”
She looked me in my eyes. “I am reserving judgement.” She laughed.
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