Sunlight in a Vase
He brought me flowers.
Not just any flowers—yellow roses and sunflowers. The kind of flowers that feel like warmth. The kind that don’t whisper romance—they sing it. Bold, golden, unapologetically joyful.
And maybe that’s what made me pause.
There’s a part of me that still flinches when something good shows up. That wants to say, “Are you sure these are for me?” But the answer was in his eyes, in the way he handed them over like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I didn’t earn them. I didn’t ask for them.
He just… brought them. Because he wanted to.
That’s new.
That’s healing.
Sometimes flowers aren’t just flowers. Sometimes they’re reminders. That it’s okay to be loved. That softness can arrive without a storm. That you can bloom and be seen—at the same time.
I put them in water. I watched them open.
And I let myself believe: maybe I’m blooming too.
With Love,
Dana & Nicky
