Her Favorite Flowers
Memories of her filled my head as I got out of my car, holding her favorite flowers in my hand.
Every step I took made me remember how I badly miss her.
Gianna... I smiled bitterly. She was my first love and I was hers.
But there's no perfect relationship and ours wasn't an exception.
I get shivers just by remembering that day. "I'm dying," she whispered and I felt my heart break.
I stared at the tulips and my lips curved into a sad smile. Three years. "Happy Anniversary, love," I whispered as I put the flowers above her grave.
Why is this so sad? :(
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