Not seeing anyone you brought the flower in and put them in a vase of water.
You had gotten dozens of sunflowers over the next month, finding on your porch every morning. You turned my heart into what I thought was a barren wasteland into a field of beautiful sunflowers.
“Yes.” You snapped out of your flashback when you reached the large door to your shared mansion.
You slipped off your shoes and stepped onto the rug in the entrance.
Like an angel emerging from the snow you froze my being to the core.
Water rushed into your mouth and prevented you from breathing. But that is because I was rushed to get this up before I left for Ireland.
How his hair glimmered with gems of gold and silver, which framed the ores of lavender peer out from both sides of his nose.
How he would gently cup your cheeks, made rough by the Russian winter, and press his chapped lips to kiss you. The two of you had properly met during the World Conference, during a languid summer day in Russia where the conference was being held.
You then realized the fluff sticking to both your hair and lips.
A dusty rose blush covering your cheeks, as you turned and started briskly walking away.