Petals Tell the Tale
“ He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me…” The petals littered the ground as Corrine searched for her answer.
She had harbored a love for Jackson for years. They had been friends for a long time, but he had never even approached the limits of friendship. She found it frustrating, but she had never told him how she felt. She wondered about telling him, but she was not willing to tell him without knowing the outcome.
“He loves me…”
She was in the process of mutilating the tenth daisy, hoping to get the answer she so desperately desired. It was not forthcoming.
Jackson was waiting for her at the cinema, and she was anguishing over whether or not to divulge her feelings. He was moments from pacing, wondering where she might be.
“He loves me not…”
After the tenth disappointment, Corrine threw the stem on the ground and left for the movie. She had decided that she could not risk opening up and laying her heart bare.
Jackson saw her coming and met her with a smile. She smiled back and they went in to watch the movie.
If only they had noticed the green stain on each other’s thumb and forefinger. If only they had not been so frightened. If only they had not left their future up to a flower.
“He loves me!”