every week for the next three months, at 6:00 friday evening, a bag containing groceries, diapers, toys, a bouquet of flowers, and a note would be dropped off at tyler's doorstep.
this week, it read:
'tyler,
work is going well. i'm the manager now.
let me know if you get tired of the carnations. i'll get a different kind of flower next week.
i love you. still.
-joshua
ps.
i just realized that i've been telling you to let me know if you need anything for the past three months and i didn't give you my phone number.
it's xxx-xxx-xxxx.
just shoot me a text if you ever need anything.
anything at all.
ok NOW i love you. still.'
tyler was giggling. "such a dork," he said, rolling his eyes as he laughed.
but, he couldn't help but feel the slight flutter in his chest at the words 'i love you.'
