he brought me flowers on our first date.
I had never gotten flowers before
he brought me flowers on our second date
I tell him he shouldn't have while smiling expecting nothing more
he brought me flowers on our third date
I tell him he needs to save his money.. this can't be sustainable
he brought me flowers on our fourth date
I tell him he shouldn't waste his money on me
not that the flowers aren't beautiful or
appreciated I just worry he'll regret being so generous to someone that doesn't deserve it
he brought me flowers on our fifth date
I tell him he can't keep buying me flowers and ask him why would he waste his money on me?
he just shrugs and says pretty girls deserve flowers, it's worth it to me as if it were that simple
I come home from our sixth date
I stop and look around my home, filled with flowers, another bouquet in my arms
apprehensive to trust this could be my new normal; consistent, loving, kindness without expectations, heart on your sleeve, gentle, earnest
and to think that maybe, just maybe, after all this time
I might deserve it
that maybe, just maybe
I might be worth it
maybe it was always that simple