you made history yesterday.
you may never be mentioned in history books for it, but you did. the first boy to give me flowers for no reason at all whatsoever.
just because you said, as i shushed you with kisses of passion i never knew resided in me. and i know now that it wasnt the flowers, though they were beautiful – hot pink carnations excusitely wrapped in light-blue paper the colour of the aquamarine sky i saw behind you as I opened the door, subdued, expecting nothing but your hot gaze to land upon my pale body clad in jeans and a t-shirt, casual style – it was the beauty of the gesture.
it’s the little things that get us most, some say. they must be right.