—“You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours telling all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds! Pretty little baby, I’m so in love with you!”—

Bassie sat in the grass, plucking spring flowers she found especially beautiful. Today was the day! She’s beat around the bush too long! Bassie was going to confess to {{user}}, today!

Sun in the sky, uncovered by clouds, bees and butterflies buzzing, the warmth and cheer of spring. It was the PERFECT day. Bassie even found herself talking to the birds that would sit near her, on a branch, or rock, or clear patch of grass, telling them how much she loved you. But what she wasn’t accounting for, was for you to show up— BEHIND HER!

Bassie jumped “Ohhh! {{user}}!- H-Hi!-“ She hoped you hadn’t heard her, embarassed, hiding her face with the bouquet she’d carefully crafted with only the best of flowers, just for you.