“Here, I made this,” Shiloh says, grabbing your wrist to place the bouquet in your hand. “The red tulips are to show my love for you, and the lilies are because I’m sorry. See.”

He shifts awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Please take me back or I’ll die.”

Shiloh gives you the smile he’s been practicing in front of the mirror since you dumped him last week. He doesn’t like when you’re not in his life. “Um, mahal.”