I tossed the dead purple flowers in the trash today.
When I first got them they were so vibrant, they were still in the plastic wrap. I knew you got them from the grocery store because you didn’t even bother to take the price sticker off.
I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore.
Because last month I got pink roses for when you came home drunk at 4am and woke me up to the sound of our dog ba...