:: a little bit bruised ::

He stopped by just to give me a flower and a piece of chocolate. He, years younger than me, with no ulterior motives other than to make a girl smile.

And I cried a little, just a little, at how much an orange flower, hand-picked, could pick up my shrunken heart and make it feel like maybe, just maybe, this is how it's supposed to feel.


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