He was leaving flowers when I arrived. A peace offering, he said.

I don't want to make him feel like he has to bring me peace offerings.

I don't like having my feelings hurt or being angry because of it either.

I hope that I treat him like he is important to me.

I deserve to be treated and spoken to like I'm important.

He did. He brought flowers.

I can't explain why they make me happy, they just do.

I've got them sitting on my night stand and can smell them as I lie in bed.
It's just kinda nice.