I gave her flowers, red roses to be exact.
It was to show her I was falling but she took it as an act of kindness, not love.
The flowers wilted after days so I brought a whole bouquet and replaced the ones in her vase.
She called me “a great friend”.
No one wants to be a great friend.
None more than me.
I want to be hers.
I want to love her.
I want to spoil her.
I want to listen to her voice.
I ...