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A Single Red Rose
He came with a single red rose in his hand. He strolled up to her like he was some sort of God she should be worshipping. He knew women were turned off by timidity, so he refused to acknowledge the trembling of his hands and the sweat under his arms. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered the first come-on line he could think of, and was promptly rewarded with a slap to the face. Humiliated, he tried to look cool as he dropped the rose to the floor and walked away.

He came with a single red rose in his hand. His nerves were so tense he felt like he would explode if he didn't get this over with. He shyly crept closer to the girl, watching his feet intently, with quick glances up to see if she noticed him. He could feel his face blush just thinking about talking to her face to face. When she finally noticed him and turned his way, he just held out the rose to her. She smiled, took the rose, and kissed his cheek.

He came with a single red rose in his hand. He knew this didn't make up for forgetting their anniversary, but he hoped she would forgive him after hearing what he had to say. He went into the bedroom where she was putting clothes away. He presented the rose to her and poured out his heart. After all these years he loves her more and more everyday, the love so strong not a day goes by without him thinking of her. The greatest pleasure is waking up next to her and remembering all the memories they've shared together and looking forward to making new ones. He tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear and drew her close, kissing her tenderly. She murmured, "Strange that a man so in love would manage to forget an anniversary."