John Rambo brought me 18 red roses yesterday.
He was thoughtful enough to get them from the grocery store and bought them on the cheap.
With a beautifully eloquent card, to a wife, for Mother's Day.
I asked if he actually read the card.
Yes, he had.
Just checking.
Scribbled inside in penmanship I rarely see anymore...
"You are the spice that makes life worth living."
It was just what I needed to read.
We've come a long way.
He gets me.
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