Lisa came out to find candles lit in the room with rose petals on the bed. She had the towel still wrapped around her body and her hair in a bun.
“What’s going on?” She heard a soft music by Luther Vandross, buy me a rose playing in the background. “Harry?” She called out his name but there was no response.
She found a piece of paper folded neatly on the bed surrounded by the rose petals.
“When did he do all of this?” She picked up the paper from the bed and opened it,
I know I’m a jerk, and I don’t deserve you in my life. I don’t want to say much anymore, but I want to start proving it in my actions. I want to love you the way you want to be loved. I want to treat you with so much care like a box with an inscription handle fragile because you are indeed fragile. I know I find it ha
