Red

I've been wandering through my garden, picking all the red flowers i can find.

because i know you like red.

i was hoping that maybe i can give them to you. that i could drop them of to you. that maybe i can get someone togive them to you at work some how. that i could get the courage to do a nice thing. but i remembered. that i dont have that courage

i remembered that you dont want to see me atm. that you dont want to hear me. so why would you want to see these flowers.

so i then pictured these flowers, wiltered, droopy. something i did not want to imagine. i dont want you to see them like that.

i hope you can see them before they disapear. i hope i can see you

because i love you,

and im sorry its not the way you'd like

i just hope your ok