“What’s that?” Heather asked, taking a couple of steps ahead of me and reaching it first.
There was a beautiful bouquet of colorful roses on the steps, a white card sticking out of the foliage with my name on it.
Heather unlocked the door, and I picked it up, my heart fluttering in my chest.
I kicked the door shut behind me and set the flowers down on the coffee table, Heather standing back and watching with a smug smile on her face.
Finding the card in the midst of reds, yellows, oranges, and whites, I opened it.
One flower of every color because I feel every way about you.
I love you,
Cane
My eyes teared up. I held his note in my hand and looked up at Heather.
“I don’t care what you say. He is a keeper,” she said matter-of-factly. “He may not be perfect, but aside from Synyster Gates, no one is.”
I laughed, sniffling back tears. “He isn’t perfect. Not close. But dammit if he doesn’t try.”
“Trying,” Heather said, her voice softer, more serious, “is half the battle, my friend.”
She gave me a wink as she walked out, leaving me with my flowers … and my thoughts.
I snapped a picture of the flowers and sent it to Cane.
Me: They are so beautiful.
Within seconds, his response came.
Cane: You’re more beautiful than those flowers.
Me: Thank you, but I don’t know if that’s possible.
Cane: Those flowers won’t be beautiful two weeks from now. You will be beautiful forever.
My lip quivered as I sent my response.
Me: I love you.
Cane: I miss you. And I love you.
Me: The orange ones are my favorite.
Cane: Mine, too. They remind me the most of you. And that dress.
Me: And red cups and wine? ;)
Cane: LOL And fancy pizza dinners in offices.
I giggled at the memory.
Me: I wish you were here.
Cane: No, I wish you were here. With me. Where you belong.
I just looked at his message, not sure what to even say.
