A flower for words
He left it there, tall, sturdy and fresh, in a vase decorated with a simple bow that made it stand out even more.
It was a simple gesture that would be greatly appreciated. He was sure of it, because he knew her too well.
He could even envision the smile lighting up her face when her eyes would catch sight of it.
He had to leave early that morning, despite the fact that she enjoyed being lazy in bed a while longer when there was no pressing obligation that forced either of them to jump out.
This was a compromise.
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