My now ex-boyfriend and I had "a talk" the other night that resulted in the termination of our relationship. Because he had been vacillating about his feelings on the continuation of our relationship, he opted to bring me flowers for this "talk." This was very nice. Except for the fact that in the course of the "talk" he informed that "something is missing (in our relationship)" and that it "has never felt right." I sat there with my flowers and soaked up the irony in order to distract myself from the pain. Whatever they may be, the flowers became a beautiful boquet of "something is missing" and symbolic of all that I am not in his eyes. Did I still want to take this boquet home? Of course I did. They were beautiful flowers. I took them home, but not after making a big scene of marching out of the coffee shop and abandoning them to the people that worked there. The impact of my dramatic effect was sufficiently lessened when I creeped back into the coffee shop a few minutes later to ask the guy behind the register if I could have my flowers back (even though my ex had offered him to the cashier to bring to his wife.) Sorry, cashier, you have to suffer pain to earn these flowers.

I'm hoping they will last through Valentine's Day.

Just for today, I can appreciate beautiful flowers.