people sometimes say yellow roses mean friendship.
one of the guys that occasionally camp in our parking lot shouted to me the other day.
"hey you!" he shouts to me as i cross the parking lot.
i look around. "yeah?"
"come here!"
"uh...why?"
"i have something for ya!"
i approach cautiously. then i see what he's holding: a yellow rosebud.
"for you!" he says. "cause you're nice and you're a cutie!"
"thanks," i smile.
honestly, it may sound cheesy, but it made my day. that rosebud lasted all day on the lapel of my little velvet coat, and for days afterward in a small jar of water. it was so big when it bloomed.
"hey you!" he shouts to me as i cross the parking lot.
i look around. "yeah?"
"come here!"
"uh...why?"
"i have something for ya!"
i approach cautiously. then i see what he's holding: a yellow rosebud.
"for you!" he says. "cause you're nice and you're a cutie!"
"thanks," i smile.
honestly, it may sound cheesy, but it made my day. that rosebud lasted all day on the lapel of my little velvet coat, and for days afterward in a small jar of water. it was so big when it bloomed.