She wanted flowers.
She received from everyone
On birthdays, on anniversaries,
but not from him,
the one who made her heart beat faster.
She wanted flowers not because she likes them
But to see his face when he gives them away.
He wanted to see him buying flowers
To see which type of person is he really
The one gentle, who tries his best to protect them
Or the ones who trows them in the back seat,
Without at least checking if they are damaged.
She knew better than anyone
How much can be said about someone
Just after how they act with flowers.