The dead flowers he got for me are stiff as they wilt in the dusty, frosted vase.

He knew I couldn't stand flowers as a gift or romantic gesture for what am I to do with this showy bouquet? Watch them die a little more each day as a representation of your eternal love for me?

Nor do I believe in fake flowers as although they hold no possibility of dying, their plasticity indicates a fake, plastic, shallow, hollow love.

Therefore, being the romantic he always was, he decided to present me with flowers anyway. However, they were not bright, vibrant, living flowers but ones already dead.

I knew exactly what he meant by them.

That these dead flowers would not change, they would remain as dead as they were the day they died. Just as our love would never waver or warp.

A dark thought crept into my mind now, that our love is as dead as those flowers.

He hasn't given me flowers in months.

What happened to us?