It came to me in the garden....
He bought me dresses and a hat, he sat in the swing, a look of sheer content on his face as I worked blissfully in the garden.
A co worker used to buy me flowers.
One day he said "there is nothing more beautiful to watch than a woman arranging flowers."
I miss the subtleties of romance that come from deep within.
And to feel them, the suspence, quiet drama.
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