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"A bouquet of flowers, please!" A beautiful voice caught my attention while i was arranging some of the flowers inside the shop. It was him, again, the flower boy who once bought months ago. Finally, he's back.

"Uh, uh, assorted or..." I asked, stuttering...

"Assorted, and with love." He said, then he smiled.

You can tell me that i'm crazy but since the day he dropped by before, I knew that i fell in love with him at first sight. He was like an angel sent from above.

"Okay, then!" Then i took a bouquet of fresh flowers from the rack.

"I think i would like that one." He pointed to the flowers I was just arranging before he came.

"But, it's not done yet."

"I can wait." He said, again, smiling, with the beaming rays of sunshine.

"You may want to sit first, this will take a few minutes to finish."

He sat down on one of the metal chairs, "i can wait for hours, if that's what it'll take."

I smiled and went back to arranging the flowers. He was just staring there for the whole time and i couldn't focus on what i was doing. Thank God i got a hold of myself. After i'm finished with it, I handed it to him and asked, "would you like a greeting card? I'll give it to you for free since you've waited for me to finish."

"Yes, please."

I took all the cards from the stand and asked which one he'd pick. Unluckily, he picked the one with "i love you" on it.

"This one." He said, "thank you! I'm sure she'll love this. Here's the payment. See you around!"

He went out while smelling the flowers.

I wasn't even able to ask if he'll give it to his girlfriend. Uh, of course he will. Why would some guy give flowers to someone with an "i love you" greeting card on it? Maybe he's taken, poor me.

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I asked my friend to substitute for me at work today. It's my mom's death anniversary. Before leaving the shop, i took a bouquet of daisies, her fave.

I paid respect to her, prayed and talked to her for a while. I told her about the flower guy i like, and told her he's taken. I wasn't even waiting for her response of course, i just wanted to tell her about him. After a few minutes of staying with my mom, i decided to walk by the halls of the place. One thing caught my eye, a bouquet of flowers just a couple of blocks away from my mom's. it wasn't just a typical “A bouquet of flowers, because it's the bouquet i made yesterday! I took a look at the grave and saw a picture of a very beautiful girl. She passed away months ago. Another picture was her in high school uniform and a guy in his PE uniform. I knew