The only reason I keep my Spotify public these days is that I’m hoping you’ll see what I’m listening to and fall back in love with me.
You made me a better writer. I could never thank you enough for that.
Friday morning around 6:35, I walked out to my car to go to my internship. Resting on my windshield was a bouquet of ten yellow and red roses mixed in with chrysanthemums. Thinking that my boyfriend somehow got one of his friends to make a surprise delivery (his car is out of commission right now), I ran upstairs to put them in a vase. On my way to school, I called him and left a voicemail thanking him. I floated through half the day.
I was then surprised around lunchtime when he had no clue what I was talking about and that he had not left me any flowers.
At first, I was disappointed. After all the difficulties it seems we’ve been struggling through, a surprise like that was just what I needed from him. The act of spending money to do something like that isn’t necessarily what I want, but the fact that someone went to the trouble to arrive way early and place flowers on my car to make me smile. Honestly, a note would have resulted in similar exuberance. That’s the point: the thought and effort would be enough to change how I’ve been feeling about everything lately.
As the weekend is coming to a close, and I’ve yet to reveal the sender, I considered other alternatives to the meaning of the flowers.
A. I highly doubt it is a romantic suitor. I really feel that it is mere coincidence.
B. If it is a suitor, I probably don’t know them because I honestly haven’t given that many people my new address. I wonder if it will happen again. Grad school has definitely dwindled my friends that I actually interact with.
C. Maybe it was a random “pay it forward” kind of thing.
D. I have a stalker.
E. It was a mistake and some girl didn’t get flowers intended for her.
I wish that I did know who sent them. Their generosity and thoughtfulness seriously changed my outlook.. It made me more conscious of the kinds of behavior I want to be occurring in my life. Once again, this isn’t a material go spend money kind of want, but instead that physical effort of someone to go out of their way to do a small thing that’s actually a really big deal.
I feel so overwhelmed and stressed about internship.
Maybe the flowers were a sign that someone knows and cares, or maybe it is a sign to just appreciate life even during struggle… or maybe some girl missed out on her favorite flowers.
Friday was my lucky day.
I’ve spent too much of my life holding on to one-sided love.
I drove by your street the other day and felt instantly sick to my stomach. The memories our of summer nights came instantly and continued in waves after that. If only those nights didn’t have to end.
You know what I really miss? Telling you stories, and how your eyes smile as you listen to them.
In missing you, I destroyed others.
I drove 6 hours just to see you and you couldn’t make the time for a cup of coffee. I see where your priorities are. It’s time that I change mine.
We both had uncommon beliefs that were exactly alike, and maybe that’s why we always thought of cats when we read religious texts in class.
I’ve yet to find anyone else as crazy as you, and I’m afraid I’m starting to go sane.