6 months, 1 day.

There are 12 very long stemmed red roses in my vase on the kitchen table and a misting of baby’s breath.
It has been a very very long time from when I was last given such roses at least 10 years.
They were unexpected, but wonderfull and moving, pretty much like the relationship that has developed over the last 6months and a day.

They have made me rethink and reassess things I has discounted and wonder how jaded I had become about certain things,
and written the possbility of them out of my life and squash any expectation or need for them.
I long ago embraced the thornier aspects of me and my life and really at this stage screw the thorns I do want roses.