The Boy With Flowers

eighteen.

" hey"

you said

it took me by surprise that you had spoken first. All I could do was wave my tiny hand

you walked closer to me but stopped until you were two feet away. You pointed to the flower and then pointed at me

" t-thank you" was all that I could mutter out. My brain always shut down when I'm around you

" so beautiful" you whispered

" yeah, the petals especially" I say, picking up the rose, my brain starting to function

" No not the flower, you"