He looked deep within himself and noticed that he let the magic disappear. His body used to tingle as he kissed her lips. Both their knees weak, relying on each other for support.

He closed his eyes and could not recount, the last time he gave her flowers. He called her up and asked her out, making any reason to see her.

They met for some coffee, they walked, a step or two. He smiled as he squeezed her hand to signify "I Love You!"

And though the day had just begun, she said "I Have to Go..." He remembered why she was cold today, it's because he was a fool.

Too little, too late I must comment, for this pitiful and sad man. He turned around, she looked away... And as he left he cried. He spoke as he was walking down... "You Forgot Your Flowers."