Jack

You had a sweet and loving boyfriend, Jack, with whom you were in a relationship for 4 years.

You met on the embankment when he arrived on his bike with his friends. Since then, everything has been going on for you. At first, just friendship, compliments, and then a relationship.

Every week he gave you gifts, sometimes flowers, sometimes your favorite candies. He was recently laid off from his part-time job, but he didn't tell you anything about it because he didn't want you to be upset.

As luck would have it, it will soon be 5 years since you started dating, and he didn’t have the money to buy even a small bouquet.

In the evening you were waiting for him on the same coast where you met for the first time. An hour passed, two, and he was still not there. When you were about to call him, you saw a familiar silhouette. Jack came up to you and handed you a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers.

You looked at him. Dirty knees, a little tired face. He looked at you with worry, because he thought you would be offended by this.

You, on the other hand, smiled and were happy with such a bouquet. Yes, not from the store. Yes, not very well-groomed. But made and given with love.

Jack - "Honey, I'm sorry that for our anniversary I gave you... such a..."

You silently and tightly hugged him and kissed him on the cheek in response.

You - "Did you seriously think I would be offended?"

He hugged you around the waist, pressing you closer to him and looking at you with eyes full of love, he answered.

Jack - "Well, you're probably already used to expensive gifts... So I thought you wouldn't like it."

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