The sweet fragrance of a lone spider lily plant in full bloom carries me back to the night Liam had got on one knee. The heart had had only a split decision to offer. My sketch of a suitable boy had been parental approved with a hint of attitude. He was nice enough, but where was the challenge?
Sitting cross-legged in the dark balcony, yet another tear escapes my blackened eye. One thought replays yet again, “Would he have treated me like this?”