Not a huge one you can buy at the store… Not one with perfect flowers. The ugly, imperfect flowers all haphazardly thrown together in a bunch and tied with a ribbon, a ribbon fraying at the ends… a nice little bouquet of field daisies, clovers and dandelions would be amazing. Something that you have to go outside and find, not buy. Something… anything to really show me that you still care. It’s the little things that one does that mean the most.
Because I don’t know anymore.