When I left, the flowers on my kitchen table looked like this:

When I got back, to my surprise, they looked like this:

She made the bouquet herself — hand-picked the flowers, chose the colours, even made sure it was symmetrical, knowing my odd habits¹ — and left them there to greet me from my journey home.

I never ask for these things but she does them anyway.

Which is exactly what makes them so significant.

1. I tend to straighten her necklaces, her sandal straps, the curls of her hair, the draw-strings in her hoodie/yoga pants… [↑]