Daily story, June 22, 2025

I know you meant to buy me flowers. You wrote it on your to-do list, the way you always did; the way my sister said showed you were thoughtful and my brother said showed you lacked all spontaneity. You wrote it down and never ticked it off, and I keep that paper in my wallet, worn shiny on the outside and tearing at the crease, to remind me that you meant to buy me flowers.