He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 19

Micheal's POV

It was a fine morning as I woke up. I have check upon how Princess was and decided to visit her this weekend. I stared at my ceiling while recall all the things that happened yesterday. I kissed Micky and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I jumped out of bed as I remembered to do something today.

Immediately, after leaving the house. I drove to my favorite flower shop. My mom has brought me here since I was young because she loved flowers. Rose's Flower Shop. The owner's wife is Rose, my mom had told me how sweet she finds it that a man would offer something like this to his woman. The shop was also focused on selling roses too; one reason is because the Rose's loves roses. I'm beginning to sound pussy again. Tss.

As I entered the pink flower shop, I directly searched for Rose. "Micheal!" She rose from her desk where she was arranging some white and blue roses. "It's so amusing that you have been visiting the shop very often ha." She smiled at me. She is in her mid 50's but she looked stress-free and worry-less about anything. She was wearing her white signature dress which she has told me was given by her husband. "Are you looking for something for your mom?" She said as she kissed my cheek as a sign of greeting. I smiled at her shyly and felt heat running to my face. "Oh! So this is for a girl. A lucky girl!" She beamed and picked a red rose, a white rose, a black rose and a pink rose from each basket displayed in the shop. "C'mon here, lover boy." I nodded and followed her leading to a large rectangular wooden table where her staffs are busy arranging flowers. "So who's the lucky girl?" I smiled at her as she grabbed a transparent plastic which was designed with hearts. "I met her a month ago. Her name is Micky." I smiled and grabbed another transparent plastic trying to follow her wrapping the black rose. "I am pretty sure she is beautiful." She grabbed a chair took a seat. "She is. She... She is the most beautiful girl I have ever met." She looked at me and handed the black rose at me. The rose was wrapped with a designed cropped white paper. "I suppose you don't want to give her that, right?" I looked at the rose which was drizzled with water. "It's beautiful." I murmured. "Every flower is beautiful, the difference is their presence. Their way of getting human's attention. The black rose for me, stands for sorrow, pain, fear, and anger." She added. "How about this one?" She handed me a white flower wrapped with transparent red cellophane designed with hearts. The rose was tied up with a red lace inches before the end of the stem. "White rose could show your sincerity and your clean intention towards the person you are ought to share this." She talks like she knows me too well and the person I wanted to give the flowers. "Or a red flower?" She smiled, "It shows love and affection, right?" She nodded and handed me a pink rose. The same sweet and caressing presence as to the first flower I left in Micky's locker. Yes, I did that. I had no fuckin idea how to tell her I like her. "Do you want to give her the same? Pink rose?" She gave me a pink rose that was not wrapped in a designed plastic. Instead, she gave me a pink rose tied with white and red lace on it. She should've noticed how I looked at the lace. "I've told you what the colors white and red symbolizes." She smiled and stood up. "I knew it was not for your mom. Your mom preferred red ones." I smiled and nodded, i felt blushing but I tried to hide it. I feel so sensitive about myself. Ha! "Do you want to give her a bouquet?" I immediately shook my head at her. "No. She doesn't know about how I felt for her. Well, I wish she noticed." We walk to the cashier desk and I paid the flower. "Micheal, you should tell her. You know, girls are full of doubts and insecurities for themselves. They would never believe someone is really attracted to them if it doesn't come from the guy himself. You guys should do the approaching process for girls will always be in denial to anything that's obvious to you boys. You may have shown her and have done everything to make her feel she is significant to you. But we tend to ask real confrontation, and confirmation. Got my point? C'mon. Man up." She tapped my shoulders. "Girls are impossible too." I smirked. "Thanks Aunt. I'll keep everything in mind." I kissed her cheek and waved goodbye. "I hope to see the girl holding your hand soon, Micheal!" She shouted from the sliding door she was standing as I walked towards my car. I smiled widely at her imagining that day I would be able to hold her hand and scream that she's mine.