He saw them in the bin. The monstrous green wheelie bins the council made people use these days. Hanging out of the side of the bin they were. The black cala lillies he had bought her. He had specifically asked the florist to order them. Now they were hanging out of a bin. Not even 24 hours after he had given them to her.
It wasn't the price, although goodness knows they cost a pretty penny. It was the fact that she, the one he adored, had thrown them away. So soon. What had he done. He proved his love to her all the time. They saw each other every day. A smile lighting her face made his heart fit to burst, hearing her laugh made his day. The way she walked in her new red shoes.
Now this. He had to find out. Should he storm up the path and knock loudly on her door. He could text her, demand why she would do such a thing to him, his love that he showered on her daily. What about the old fashioned method of sending a letter, he didn't know how to ask her, for she had taken out a restraining order on him. Calling him all manner of things; a stalker; a mad person, saying in Court that she didn't even know him.
How preposterous, he didn't think that texting and calling and knocking on her door everyday to show his love was a bad thing. Isn't that what most girls would like. After all, what was that saying ''love makes the world go round'' ...
It wasn't the price, although goodness knows they cost a pretty penny. It was the fact that she, the one he adored, had thrown them away. So soon. What had he done. He proved his love to her all the time. They saw each other every day. A smile lighting her face made his heart fit to burst, hearing her laugh made his day. The way she walked in her new red shoes.
Now this. He had to find out. Should he storm up the path and knock loudly on her door. He could text her, demand why she would do such a thing to him, his love that he showered on her daily. What about the old fashioned method of sending a letter, he didn't know how to ask her, for she had taken out a restraining order on him. Calling him all manner of things; a stalker; a mad person, saying in Court that she didn't even know him.
How preposterous, he didn't think that texting and calling and knocking on her door everyday to show his love was a bad thing. Isn't that what most girls would like. After all, what was that saying ''love makes the world go round'' ...
Written May 2009
yeh have been there on the end of misunderstanding though.
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