I was with another woman,
talking,
and nothing else.
I promise.
While we were waiting for our food,
I ran.
In a rush of inspiration I bought her flowers,
Not  for another woman,
For 'the' woman.
I picked the ones that felt like you.
Pretty, pink, delicate.
Carnations, roses, orchids?
I don't know,
I never knew the names for flowers.
I just knew how certain I was that they were absolutely beautiful.
Perfect.
Even with their flaws and creases, all the flowers i'd seen were just that,
Perfect.
Like you.
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I hurried home, excited
and I wrote her a letter,
an honest one.
I made a few notes
and riddles
and hid them around the house.
She followed the trail
and solved the riddles,
I didn't make them too hard
because I wanted her to get to the end.
To me,
Not the flowers.

N.H.