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I'm staring at the roses on the wooden table in the living room, they seem to stare back at me, they look so beautiful yet scary.
It's been years since I’ve experienced a first time in this kind of grand gesture, it caught me off guard, I won’t lie.
The first bouquet arrived at my office on a day I was feeling so down, it brightened my mood and lifted my spirit. And after that day, the flowers kept coming and unconsciously I began to look forward to seeing flowers every other week, carefully wrapped in brown paper with no note; I felt special.
At thirty five you don’t expect anonymous admirers that happened in your early twenties to mid twenties especially not when you spend most of your life either inside your home watching your favourite show or in a classroom, engrossed in l
