On our secone date, you gave me flowers. A tiny, beautiful bouquet of daffodils you stole from a yard on the way over. It made my day. Three months later, on our anniversary, you gave me flowers. This time, it was a big, beautiful bouquet you bought from a flower shop. I loved them just the same. Tonight, before I go to bed, I'll look over at the dented Goodwill frame on my bedside table. In it are the dried up daffodils from our second date. I kept them because I knew, in that moment, when you nervously pulled them from your pocket and offered them to me, that these daffodils were going to be one of the first reasons i fell in love with you.