Chocolate
She’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and nothing was going right. Her boyfriend was out of town, her mood was gloomy, and she was shocked when she managed to make it to the office in one piece–despite the universe thinking otherwise.
She stumbled over a forgotten WET FLOOR sign in the break room, slammed her shoulder into the fridge door as she put her lunch away, and she limped to her office without lingering any longer than she had to. She just wanted to get through the day.
As she turned the corner, Angie, the delivery lady, scurried out of her office and disappeared down the hall. Her heart sunk, today was not the day she wanted a delivery. She dragged her feet a bit as she covered the distance to her office.
So much for licking her wounds and easing into the day, she knew there had to be a fire to be put out somewhere, so she needed to get to it.
But, what awaited her, not only gave her pause, but confused her bruised sensibilities. There was a dozen red roses in a beautiful vase on her desk and a small box set carefully next to it.
Tears spang into her eyes as she plucked the small card from the bouquet and read the words:
I know you’ve been struggling lately, and wanted you to know I was thinking about you. I love you, and am so proud of you. Stay strong, and there are plenty of surprises yet to come!
She dropped into her chair and felt her heart swell with love and adoration.
That man.
He could make any day less trying, and she never felt so lucky or loved. Even if her day didn’t improve, she knew he’d be waiting to dry her tears. That alone made everything a little better.
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