He was rich, she was pretty. She loved him, he loved money. He showered her with jewellery, all she wanted were flowers. On all their dates, he was always late. He was a busy man, she a lonely woman. It was their 3rd love anniversary. Yet again she was waiting for him with wine, candle light dinner and a tear in her eye. When he finally showed up, he was looking at his best. She smiled, he smiled back. She stood up, but he bent down. …on knees, and out came a small jewellery box. Not again, was her reaction.
‘’ enough of jewellery, I don’t want any of it any more, when will you learn I love flowers’’.
He smiled and said “I was saving it for later but then if that’s what u want my love, here are the flowers”, and whoosh! Came in lots of bouquets with flowers of all the available varieties, soon the room was full of flowers. She was astonished.
“You knew? Than why not until now?
Hugging her he said “because I never wanted you to hurt yourself with thorns. All these flowers are handpicked and thorns have been remover form each one of them that is what took me so long today”.
“But why today??”
“Because I wanted to do this”
He again stood on his knees, took out the box with the engagement ring and asked her
“will you marry me?”
He was her perfect man now… how she say no.
Could you???
nice story!
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