Just think of this: In 5 years, he'll be walking out of his office towards the parking lot and pass by a flower stand. He stops as if there's nothing else in the world he's supposed to do and gets you a bouquet of bubblegum pink chrysanthemums because he knows they've been your favorite since you were little. He gets in the car and puts the flowers on the passenger's seat where there's still a stain from when you spilled your mocha latte all over it on your first date. He smiles when he sees it, remembering the way you two laughed for hours about it, with your grin wide and sprinkled with dashes of the sunlight that was blazing through the windshield on that unreasonably warm Thursday afternoon. He'll look up and see your picture taped above the visor; the one he took of you dancing in his room to that old Beatles song the day he told you he loved you for the first time. And he'll put the key in the ignition and play that same song on his drive home to you. All of it, everything he does, everything he is, will be for you. Imagine that.
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