It is still unclear whether she will forgive me. I realize it as my fault and I knew that it would cause her upset. But I never thought this goes on this long. What should I do? What should have I done? Should I blame the taxi driver because he took me late to her apartment? Or should I blame the dog that made me turn around for one block to reach her apartment? I am sure she knows that I am afraid of dogs. If I could replay that incident, I would have never gone home at that time; I would have been around her until that night. Oh My.
My brother told me to get to her house tonight, a night after a week she has not talked to me in the office. I feel bad, though, and I don’t feel comfortable because I know she is still angry with me. However, to recover this troublesome, I must dare to come to her tonight. I don’t care what she will act when seeing me at her door.
Walking down the city pavement, I am thinking what I should do when things get worse there. Should the word Sorry and Sorry come out of my mouth? At glance I see a florist shop on the corner of the block and I find an idea. Why don’t I say it with flowers? I know girls like flowers, and she does, too. Ok, that idea does not seem to be bad at all. The shop name is Martha Stewart, it is probably named after the owner, and it has a lot of flowers with various color and fragrance. There are more than hundred choices of bundle designs and styles. I confuse myself actually, but I am sure my girl likes roses.
Later on, standing in front of her apartment door, I feel my heart beat very hard, harder than ever. Though a bunch of flowers is at both my hands, but I really have no power to do anything. I am trembling and have no idea what to do. Slowly but sure, I raise my right hand to knock her apartment door.
I heard someone stepping onto the door. Slowly, the door opens and I a face of my dream in front of me with no expression. I feel that I am going to collapse but suddenly I remember the flowers. I raise them with both of my hands while looking at her face. She glances at them and, for my surprise, she smiles; the smiles that has always been empowering me to live and to love. Great, I know this is a good sign. Thanks God.