Flower Boy

Every morning he left a fresh flower on her doorstep, not knowing she watched from the window with a smile. He chose a different bloom each day, roses, daisies, tulips. Each one carefully selected for its beauty and meaning. She wondered who he was, this mysterious giver, and why he chose her.

He was a shy gardener from a nearby neighbor, someone who admired her from afar. He saw her kindness in the way she cared for her garden, the way she greeted her neighbors. Whenever we were at the house doing floral work, he saw her beauty in her laughter, in the sunlight that seemed to follow her.

One day, he left a note with a marigold. "Thank you for brightening the world with your presence," it read. She picked it up, her heart racing. She looked out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was already gone. She held the note close, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Who was this person who saw her in a way no one else did?

That evening, she wrote a note in return. "Thank you for the flowers. They're as lovely as your heart." She placed it on her doorstep with a single daisy and waited. She waited the night in anticipation, constantly glancing at the clock wondering if she would finally meet her secret admirer.

The next morning, he found her note. His hands trembled as he read it, a smile spreading across his face. He looked up at her window and, for the first time, saw her watching. Their eyes met, and they both knew this was the beginning of something beautiful.
And so he approached the door cautiously, his heart pounding out of his chest. Before he could knock she opened the door, with a smile brighter than any flower he had ever seen.


-The End