Her Favorite Flowers

Her Favorite Flowers

Memories of her filled my head as I got out of my car, holding her favorite flowers in my hand.

Every step I took made me remember how I badly miss her.

Gianna... I smiled bitterly. She was my first love and I was hers.

But there's no perfect relationship and ours wasn't an exception.

I get shivers just by remembering that day. "I'm dying," she whispered and I felt my heart break.

I stared at the tulips and my lips curved into a sad smile. Three years. "Happy Anniversary, love," I whispered as I put the flowers above her grave.