Bryan
“Tulips are like a love confession,” the old wrinkled woman with a beautiful smile, said to me in the flower shop where I have gone to purchase roses for Mel. It’s her birthday in two days, so I am setting up a little surprise for her. It is not that big of a deal as she is expecting it.
I did the same thing last time and the year before that too. She says she said to me that she wants roses every year for the rest of our lives. I had made a wisecrack about that being boring and quite simply she had stated, “I like boring Bryan. It’s steady. It is predictable, something to look forward to with happiness. Not some silly surprise that I might not even like. Who wants that?”
I understood what she meant.
Red roses are her favourite flower she’s said to me and even brought some to he
