February 5, 2016
On Fridays, he picks yellow flowers for her. That's the only color she can bear to see on Fridays. He tried to ask why once, she said it's just the way it is. He hasn't attempted to ask again, and he just does what he is told. This is the way he informs her of his affection. Pink flowers on Mondays, red ones on Tuesdays, whites on Wednesdays, oranges on Thursdays, lavenders on Sarurdays, nothing on Sundays. He imagines that she arranges each color in a special vase of its own. He imagines that someday she will love him back.