Frustrated with artwork. Dislike looking at my reflection for long periods of time. The phone rang with silence conversations on the other end. Became sick of the crickets chirping, and departed. Had to sit down to eat in fifteen minutes or less. Ding at the door. Poked head around the corner, there he stood with the look of shamefulness. Heart sank to the depths of darkness. Got the nerve to get to my feet and approached him. The door squeaked with a noise that pierced the ears to the brain. He winced slighty and apologized. His arm came from behind his back, close within his fingers was beauty of regretment. Roses. Outlined in dark pink with lighter shades and a hint of yellow. My heart bounced and a smile cracked. Frustration escaped me and my stomach no longer twist. We said our "goodbyes" once more. I walked my way back to the kitchen with 10 minutes to spare but my smile never turned upside down.