Moj momak and I went for a walk the other night. He dropped me off at home, and then showed up at my door about twenty minutes later with these zuti narcis. Then he turned around and went home for real. Flowers as a gift generally annoy me (requires no imagination, and yet I am supposed to get all swoony?), but I have been enjoying these way more than I would have expected. Part of it is due to my spring fever, but I think I was also pleased that he made a special trip back to bring them to me. Any-hoo, they are starting to wilt, but I still feel cheerful when I see them.
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