Drowning | ✓

60 ft

I fell for him badly when

he came to my house

with a dozen red roses

and a note saying

Dear Lota,

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

I just love you so much.

Forgive me?

I couldn't see his face

because he had become a

mountain of roses, but I nodded all the same

because I forgave him

and he was

mine again.

He told me that

he couldn't think; that

he'd had a headache for days; that

he was dying

without me.

And he kissed me there and then.

I feel even more in love with him,

even more in love with his warm lips and

the way he always tasted like

honey drops.