I was sitting at my girlfriends house watching her practice her guitar. She's so precious. I adore everything she does.
I cross my legs and watch her as I hum while she plays the guitar.
I noticed one of the flowers in a vase that I got for her a couple months ago.
"My love." I walk over to the desk she's sitting at.
"Yes baby?" She looks up at me smiling.
"Why do you keep one flower?"
"I always choose the nicest one after you get me one, and that's the one I focus on. Because it's still pretty and sweet after being focused on."
I smile sweetly at her, "I love you so much."
"I love you more."
Authors note; I apologize for the short chapters
Word count: 131
