Gerber

One flower. Purchased every Friday after work from the cart outside your office. You will give it to the crazy amazing girl who works down the block. Who will one day become your wife. Who will one day inform you that she was never fond of Gerber daisies that you always thought was her favorite flower. And you will laugh together and remember what it felt like at the flower cart at 5:30 on Friday afternoons, the wind in your hair, the rain in your face, and nothing existed but possibility, as you walked, a man with flower in hand, and they looked at you differently. Women that is.