[ As he’d very insistently dragged her along as his +1 that night, despite all her protests to the contrary, he doesn’t leave her a note in return. But as each one she’d left him had brought a smile to her lips, later that week, she’ll find a single pink rose in perfect bloom left on her pillow beside a rose-scented candle wrapped in a ribbon.
Wrapped around the rose’s stem is a narrow strip of paper, since he doesn’t quite have her talent for paper art. But he had played around with some words and leaves them for her in a carefully penned hand.
The surest escape from the pit of despair Is to cradle a person and tell them you care So drop your defenses And heighten your senses So the next breath you take will be one that you share.
A few days later, it’s a small confectioner’s box of cupcakes with pink icing. There’s a little doodle of a fox with a rose in his mouth and a bow wrapped around one ear on the lid of the box, with the simple message of:
Sweets for my sweet.
And just before the weekend, when she arrives home, it’s to find the tub filled with steaming water and softly scented suds, the room lit aglow with soft candlelight and a thick, plush towel and robe waiting for her. This time, there’s a little plush fox seated on a stool with a note cupped in it’s paws and a bottle of wine and a single glass waiting beside it, with only the words:
You deserve a little pampering. Sorry there’s no mud. ]
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Wrapped around the rose’s stem is a narrow strip of paper, since he doesn’t quite have her talent for paper art. But he had played around with some words and leaves them for her in a carefully penned hand.
The surest escape from the pit of despair
Is to cradle a person and tell them you care
So drop your defenses
And heighten your senses
So the next breath you take will be one that you share.
A few days later, it’s a small confectioner’s box of cupcakes with pink icing. There’s a little doodle of a fox with a rose in his mouth and a bow wrapped around one ear on the lid of the box, with the simple message of:
Sweets for my sweet.
And just before the weekend, when she arrives home, it’s to find the tub filled with steaming water and softly scented suds, the room lit aglow with soft candlelight and a thick, plush towel and robe waiting for her. This time, there’s a little plush fox seated on a stool with a note cupped in it’s paws and a bottle of wine and a single glass waiting beside it, with only the words:
You deserve a little pampering. Sorry there’s no mud. ]