Courage.
If she built enough of it
to send those flowers to me,
then I will return the favor
and tease just a bit.
There is no doubt
that I love her,
but seeing how much effort
she's putting into her actions,
there is no doubt
that she loves me.
"Sir?
What colors for
the Anise Sage bouquet?"
Oh, sorry.
Erm, blue
and different shades
of green.
The florist grinned quickly
and continued gathering
the flowers.
I'm almost certain
Lydia wouldn't expect
flowers back.
Just thinking about her
getting blushed
warms my heart.
"Okay sir so
we have the bouquet done,
the address to where these will go,
anything else?"
Just this quote on the card please.
What would life be if we had no courage
to attempt anything?
- Vincent Van Gogh
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NouvellesEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story