Thank God its not grapes!

I got a flower.


Not a bouquet like this:


Or anything fancy like this:


But just a rose.
A single, lonely, red rose.

And it was enough to move me. My eyes started to well up as soon as I opened the car and saw this on my seat. I was at loss for words.

After five years, I was given a flower. After five years, he did something out of the ordinary. Something spontaneous. Something he wouldn't normally do.

Thank God it he didn't give me grapes!!

...and thank you. It was a lovely evening. Not even the blisters on my feet are enough to ruin it.