Don't Wait

“ She loves me, she loves me not.”

A young man stood straight picking white petals from a flower. Watching each one fall to the grass, he thought, ‘ white droplets, huh?’

After picking the last one, he watched it as it fell in the center of black granite. “ She loves me…” He said quietly, a pained smile painted on his face. He choked back the unwanted tears.

“ I guess I would really never know if you ever did, right?”