Saturday 10:56 am;
I open my eyes and with blurry morning vision I see something sitting on my dresser. I get up, finally able to see properly, and find a bouquet of flowers along with a card stating the words "I love you" in sloppy but cute handwriting. he had a way of writing his "y"s that I never quite could get down nor have I seen anyone else write a "y" the way he does. after reading the cards I lift the flowers to my nose inhaling the soft sweetness coming from them. my daze was cut short with arms around my waist and lips to my neck. he apologized for his actions the night before and for forgetting the date. like usual I forgave him, how could I not?
