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he will always remind her she is beautiful.
she will ignore him,
take him for granted,
fail to tell him she loves him,
yell at him,
block him out with closed doors
but he will find a way in
and he will still come back
with her favorite flowers
and chocolate strawberries
because those are her favorite.
he will deliver a kiss to her forehead,
ask what he can do for her
and remind her-
as if she could possibly forget-
that he loves her.
But when she eats the chocolate strawberries,
they will taste like chocolate
and strawberries
and not the love he infused them with,
not the love he made them with,
not the love he brought them with.
When she smells her flowers
they will smell like roses
and only roses.
She will not see how he cut all the thorns for her,
she will only see the petals
and the stem
and the ribbon holding them together
and everything else will fade to the background
as it always does,
‘everything else’
including him.
