A discussion was brought up to me concerning flowers. Mundane it seemed at first until a general question of the greatest gift of flowers that had been given to me.
It didn't take me long before in my minds eye three bright red roses flashed. I could not smell them, as they had no smell. I could not touch them, as they were too far away. I could not hold them, for they had no depth.
But they were/are the most cherished bouquet I shall ever behold.
I suppose it isn't such a bad thing, when looked at through the mens perspective. After all, by bending your wrinkly old ass to remove your shoes as a manner of flirtatious, albeit stinky, behavior they have at least managed to accomplish half their job.
......barefoot......just sayin'.
Hope can be a beautiful thing. With that being said, the only thing I can hope for as of this point is you fall over and choke on a dick.
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