A cute girl behind a counter,
A boy on an adventure,
He's nervous and she's blushing.
He grabs a rose and buys it from her,
For her.
She smiles and is excited,
His heart's beating hard.
They share a gaze,
A breath,
A smile.
And then he leaves,
Back on down the road.
But then he rushes back in,
Having forgotten the most important thing.
He asks for her number because,
A rose without a number,
Is just a dying flower.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
A cute girl behind a counter,
A boy on an adventure,
He's nervous and she's blushing.
He grabs a rose and buys it from her,
For her.
She smiles and is excited,
His heart's beating hard.
They share a gaze,
A breath,
A smile.
And then he leaves,
Back on down the road.
But then he rushes back in,
Having forgotten the most important thing.
He asks for her number because,
A rose without a number,
Is just a dying flower.
This is a true story that I witnessed first hand. Kelsey the clerk and a random kid on a road trip with his friends. Ah young love.
