Click, click, click.
My heals click lightly on the marble.
I stop, pause and stare.
I take the time time to admire.
Observing the beauty locked in the Vause.
Clear light blue with a small gold trimming.
I run my finger accross the gold.
The fresh clear water inside ripples.
A rose petals drop.
My sight shifts to dozen of white roses.
Perfectly white petals,
bright green stems,
Untrimmed throns.
I brush my golden blond hair from my face,
reaching out for one of the many roses.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me..."
I hear clicking foot steps against the marble.
"He loves me not..."
A fermiliar face enters the open room.
Tall, charming and slender.
He approuch me from behind and wraps an arm around my waist.
I pull another and whisper, "He loves me..."
He stares at me
I refuse to make eye contact
He nudges me.
"What are you doing Dear?"
I continue, "He loves me not..."
He stares at me acting as if my actions weren't happening.
He had a knack for that.
He always seemed to know what's right.
I found those actions wrong.
I came down to my last few petals.
He only continued to stare.
I finally looked up into his eyes.
"Hmm..?"
I went back to my flower and pulled another "He loves-"
He took the flower from my hands quickly and held it out, taking my chin and lifting up my face to make eye contact with him.
"You realize... A flower cannot determine love. Correct?"
It hit me when he said it.
The corners of my eyes stung.
I cried.
He hugged me tightly and refused to let go.
I was lucky.
I was also stupid.
