I brought her flowers every weekend, but this weekend I dropped a petal. I didn't mean to. She hated me for it. The flowers weren't blue. She didn't understand. But there was no way I could fix it. The supermarkets didn't have any. Every weekend before I'd always had her favourite but this weekend was different. Aldi's flowers were all either red or pink. Tesco's only had tulips. For some reason, Sainsbury's either had roses or daffodils. I knew that I couldn't turn up without flowers, she'd probably kill me. She had smart ways, the bruises she left were always on my chest or upper leg. They were so well hidden yet so painful. Some days I struggled to get out of bed for work. I couldn't leave, her wavy chocolatey brown hair had drawn me in. I had never even thought about this happening to me. It had happened to my sisters but we had never thought of her doing this. When I'd first met her, she was so loving, so happy. Our relationship was almost ideal. We had arguments here and there as any couple would. But we were happy. We had weekly dates. My main priority was her happiness. Maybe I'd set the standards too high. Was this my fault? Surely I'm not meant to be blaming myself... but I'm going to continue to do so. Because I love her. This shouldn't be how I'm doing things really. But I love her. Would she be able to change if she loved me? Do I just accept this ? Am I in the wrong? I don't know. I'm deeply in love with her and her company. She's so perfect, I forgive her... at least this time.
