Yellow Flowers
All she ever wanted from me was flowers. No yellow ones though, yellow flowers were a bad omen in her eyes. I wish I would have known that before I bought her that first bouquet of marigolds. I was trying to be unique, anyone could receive roses, but she deserved something more. I knew I loved her though I hadn’t said it when that bouquet exchanged hands and she loved me too. It was a silent agreement, but those flowers made it real.
