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Here are the 2 dozen roses you surprised me with, from both times you came to visit me.
I still have them.
Sure, now they lay, wilted and dead. But the memories behind them are still very much alive.
I was on my 3rd week of sickness when you drove all the way down from OC to come and visit me. I fell asleep, so when you finally arrived in SD, you were forced to wait in front of my door for 10 minutes, trying, with no avail, to blow up my phone to wake me up. Finally my best friend called me and yelled for me to open the door (lol).
I wasn’t ready to see you. My eyes were puffy, no makeup on, hair was a mess, clothes consisted of sweatpants and an old white vneck with a hole on the bottom left corner. Needless to say, I wasn’t exactly your ideal sleeping beauty.
I rushed to the bathroom to put some light eyeliner on, but before I could twist open the cap, you called me and told me to just open the door. I hesitated, but something in me wanted to see you so badly that I didn’t even care how I looked like anymore.
I opened the door, and there you were. Standing in the flesh, dressed in a crisp white crooks shirt, black varsity rolling papers jacket, fitted dark blue jeans, and ray bans. I melted.
“Hey beautiful” You uttered.
I mumbled something from behind my hand, and tried to stiffle a cough.
You aww’d and leaned in to grab me with both arms, squeezed me tightly while you whispered, “You still look cute. Even if you do have the flu. So don’t trip babe.”
I blushed.
While you let go to go outside and grab the remainder of the things you brought me, I scurried off into my room, and jumped in the comforts of my bed.
“Babe?”
“In here!”
You finally found my room and leaned against my door.
“You look lonely without me. Should I get in and start taking care of you?” You smirked and proceeded to my bed without waiting for a reply.
“I have something for you” You added.
I watched eagerly as you pulled out a bag of ‘halls fruits breezer’ cough drops, a box of starbuck’s ‘calm&refresh’ tea bags, a box of ferrero rocher chocolates, nyquil, dayquil, tissues with lotion, saltine crackers, and cans of chicken noodle soup.
All of my favorite things.
I probably smiled so big, because his smile seemed to reciprocate mine.
“Awwwwwww babeee! Thank youuuu!” I squeeled in contentment.
You left to cook the soup in the kitchen while I stayed in bed, admiring all my new goodies like a child with new toys. I was still awestruck. Apalled by your thoughtfulness.
… And then I found a note on my pillow.
“Hey babe … Please go to the kitchen for a surprise”
I folded the note in my palm, and walked quickly down the hall and into my kitchen.
There you stood, dozen roses in hand, smirk on your face, and arm extended for an embrace.
I giggled nervously and approached you slowly. “Oh my god babe! This is too much!”
You touched my chin, tilted it up, and kissed me gently on the lips. “Nothing is ever too much for you. Trust me. You deserve it all.”
…
I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. You saw me as a beauty when I knew I must have looked like the beast. Lol. You surprised me with the small details, and topped it off with my favorite. Red long stemmed roses … given with true love.
He said “I love you” at the end of the night. I just nodded and stared while he continued to add that it’s okay if I wasn’t ready to say it back.
This was at the end of a dream date. It consisted of him taking me shopping, taking me to the beach for ice cream, grabbing mexican food, visiting my old high school and showing him around, to finally just chilling infront of the fountains at my neighborhood’s shopping plaza. It was pure bliss. It was, needless to say … Perfect.
Like these dead roses. They remind me of you. Perfect, simple .. You.

This type of jawn. Again. Please.

Here are the 2 dozen roses you surprised me with, from both times you came to visit me.

I still have them.

Sure, now they lay, wilted and dead. But the memories behind them are still very much alive.

I was on my 3rd week of sickness when you drove all the way down from OC to come and visit me. I fell asleep, so when you finally arrived in SD, you were forced to wait in front of my door for 10 minutes, trying, with no avail, to blow up my phone to wake me up. Finally my best friend called me and yelled for me to open the door (lol).

I wasn’t ready to see you. My eyes were puffy, no makeup on, hair was a mess, clothes consisted of sweatpants and an old white vneck with a hole on the bottom left corner. Needless to say, I wasn’t exactly your ideal sleeping beauty.

I rushed to the bathroom to put some light eyeliner on, but before I could twist open the cap, you called me and told me to just open the door. I hesitated, but something in me wanted to see you so badly that I didn’t even care how I looked like anymore.

I opened the door, and there you were. Standing in the flesh, dressed in a crisp white crooks shirt, black varsity rolling papers jacket, fitted dark blue jeans, and ray bans. I melted.

“Hey beautiful” You uttered.

I mumbled something from behind my hand, and tried to stiffle a cough.

You aww’d and leaned in to grab me with both arms, squeezed me tightly while you whispered, “You still look cute. Even if you do have the flu. So don’t trip babe.”

I blushed.

While you let go to go outside and grab the remainder of the things you brought me, I scurried off into my room, and jumped in the comforts of my bed.

“Babe?”

“In here!”

You finally found my room and leaned against my door.

“You look lonely without me. Should I get in and start taking care of you?” You smirked and proceeded to my bed without waiting for a reply.

“I have something for you” You added.

I watched eagerly as you pulled out a bag of ‘halls fruits breezer’ cough drops, a box of starbuck’s ‘calm&refresh’ tea bags, a box of ferrero rocher chocolates, nyquil, dayquil, tissues with lotion, saltine crackers, and cans of chicken noodle soup.

All of my favorite things.

I probably smiled so big, because his smile seemed to reciprocate mine.

“Awwwwwww babeee! Thank youuuu!” I squeeled in contentment.

You left to cook the soup in the kitchen while I stayed in bed, admiring all my new goodies like a child with new toys. I was still awestruck. Apalled by your thoughtfulness.

… And then I found a note on my pillow.

“Hey babe … Please go to the kitchen for a surprise”

I folded the note in my palm, and walked quickly down the hall and into my kitchen.

There you stood, dozen roses in hand, smirk on your face, and arm extended for an embrace.

I giggled nervously and approached you slowly. “Oh my god babe! This is too much!”

You touched my chin, tilted it up, and kissed me gently on the lips. “Nothing is ever too much for you. Trust me. You deserve it all.”

…

I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. You saw me as a beauty when I knew I must have looked like the beast. Lol. You surprised me with the small details, and topped it off with my favorite. Red long stemmed roses … given with true love.

He said “I love you” at the end of the night. I just nodded and stared while he continued to add that it’s okay if I wasn’t ready to say it back.

This was at the end of a dream date. It consisted of him taking me shopping, taking me to the beach for ice cream, grabbing mexican food, visiting my old high school and showing him around, to finally just chilling infront of the fountains at my neighborhood’s shopping plaza. It was pure bliss. It was, needless to say … Perfect.

Like these dead roses. They remind me of you. Perfect, simple .. You.