Purple Means Love
All I want is to give her lavender.
Well, I actually want her hand in mine and to hear my name from her lips: "Zoey".
And yet, here I stand on her doorstop, afraid to ring her bell.
We have been friends and neighbors forever and my heart races thinking about the only two possiblities. Dating or never hanging out again. There was NO way she talk to me again if she rejected me.
I found the smallest courage and raised my hand to the bell, only for her to open the door first.
She smiled. "Hi."