The roses on your desk signifies how quick you had moved on. Whoever this man was sending you flowers always made you smile. The same smile you gave him but brighter.

The same bed that the two of you slept in felt a little bit bigger now. The song on the radio didn’t sound the same. When his friends mentioned you, all it did was tear him down.

His heart breaks a little when he hears your name.

He should’ve brought you flowers, give you all his hours whenever he had the chance. Maybe you would still be here with him.

Now you’re in love. In love with another man.

“Those are a lot of flowers you’re receiving. Do you have enough vases?” He stirs his coffee next you you, avoiding eye contact.