This girl I know told me she had never gotten flowers from a guy.
People call it 'old school' love now.
The kind of love when you consider it sinful to hold her hand without her permission.
The kind of love where you show up at her door with her favorite flowers, the perfume wafting through the air. With her waiting for you in her favorite dress.
The kind of love where you go out for a drink at that cafe you saw her at for the first time. You'd make her laugh. Maybe hold her hand too.
The kind of love where you talked about getting to know her more. Where you talk about wanting to cook for her and confessing to her that you've never been in the kitchen. You talk about dreams of slow dances in the living room. Those nights under the stars. The kind of love when the hopeless romantic in you awakes.
The kind of love where you write to her even though you barely know how to tell her you were in love with her flaws.
The kind of love where you were scared about how she would break your heart looking as beautiful as she did.
The kind of love when the most physical you get with her was ask her for a dance.
The kind of love where your favorite music is her voice.
The kind of love where a walk around the park was all it took for you to fall in love with her all over again.
The kind of love where you promised to be each other's one and only, and stayed.
The kind of love when every time he shows up at your door with those flowers, you fall in love like it was the first time.
Call me old school but I would love a guy showing up with flowers for me, for him to be that kind of gentleman every girl craves for even though she doesn't say it out loud.
For him to be that Old School love of mine