Strawberries

There’s thousands of words to say “I love you.”

All of them are meaningless if the actions don’t echo.

“I love you” needs evidence.

Irrefutable proof.

Prove it.

“Woojin? Honey, what are you doing here?” She says holding the handle of her front door.

“I was thinking about you, so I thought I’d stop by.” You say hiding your busy hands behind your back.

“You should have told me you were coming! I could’ve at least put on some makeup!”

“No need, you’re already perfect the way you are right now.” Said with a cheesy smile on your face.

Her natural makeup appears, light pink blusher landing upon her face.

“You cornball, what are you hiding? You look silly standing like that.”

“Thanks for noticing I was starting to get a cramp. Aaaa” 

With a groan you finally unravel and reveal your hands,

In your left, a bouquet of green. Unique, refreshing, serene, evergreen.

In your right, a medium-sized white box. Common, ambiguous, vague, essential.

“Ahh! These are beautiful! It has all my favorite shades of green!” She says hopping out the door frame to peer over the flowers.

“What’s the occasion? Did you cheat hehe?” She says turning to look into your eyes with a joking smile.

“What? A guy can’t be spontaneous and bring gifts for his girlfriend?”

“Hehe I’m just kidding, thank you Honey! What’s in that box hmm? She says latching onto your arm that’s holding the bouquet and points at the box.

“It’s also your favorite.” You say propping it up and staring at it like a fancy waiter.

“How can you be so sure about that?”

“I’m sure. Confident.”

“Okayyy Mr. Confidence, we’ll see about that. Let’s get inside and see!” She says dragging you inside.

Now guiding you into the kitchen, she’s eager, and unlatches from your arm. “Put it on the counter, I’m impatient, I wanna open it!” She says bouncing in place.

“You’re so excited and you don’t even know what it is yet.” You say placing the box on the counter, along with the bouquet by it’s side.

“You said it’s my favorite! How can I not be excited!” Lightly shoving you aside, she zealously opens your gift and squeals at the surprise.

A creamy delight, fluffy and white, topped with her favorite fruit. Crimson hearts. Strawberries.

“Ahhhhhh! Strawberry cake! I can’t believe you remembered! You’re the best boyfriend ever! Ahhh!” She says jumping into you and hugging you around your waist with her face in your chest.