Tulips

My favorite flowers, and it is currently the beginning of their season. I purchased a dozen purple ones last night in a vain attempt to cheer myself up. They sit - gently drooping in their vase on my coffee table. It is a cheerful sight to behold, but it still does not lessen the pain in my heart. I have this horrible habit of giving over my favorite things to past relationships. Movies, songs, smells that I once loved that remind me of that time or that person are shut out of my life. I fear losing my tulips to him. He was the only man that knew my favorite flower.