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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The ambiguity here has me imagining all sorts of reasons for the rose – but whatever the compromise is, he knows her well, and there’s a clear feeling of love in this.
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A gentle-hearted soul you are, imagining her face when she sees the rose *and* letting her sleep in. I love your story, MC.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re very welcome.
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A sweet gesture of love before he leaves or a compromise
for a despute they may have had. Either way, an intriguing story.
Isadora 😎
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Glad you think so!
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Compromise is key!
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It is!
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“A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it’s just a compromise of
The things we do for love, the things we do for love”
From “The Things We Do for Love” — Song by 10cc
Well done. 🙂
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What lovely lyrics! Thanks
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🙂
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Of course I’m wondering why he got up and what is the compromise for?
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Well, there is always a mystery in every story 😉
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