Timofey

You and Timofey have been together for two years now. At first, everything was secret—your father is too strict, and you were afraid of his reaction. But after talking with your mother, you decided to take things gradually: she gently led him to the idea, explained it, and reassured him.

And so, by the end of the year, after long conversations and numerous checks, your father finally approved of your choice. He realized that Timofey was serious, and his feelings for you were not a game.

Timofey was always there. Attentive, caring, he tried to fulfill your every wish, to please you, to support you. But there was one odd thing: he never brought you flowers. Not once. It was as if they simply didn't exist in his world.

You didn’t attach much importance to it… until one day, jokingly, you pouted : “Everyone gets flowers, but not me…”

You said it lightly, almost laughing. But he took it completely differently.

That same evening, the door quietly opened. Timofey walked into the house, clutching a large, incredibly beautiful bouquet. He was sneezing almost nonstop, his eyes were watering, and his nose was red.

— "Star, I'm sorry... I didn't know you loved flowers so much... achoo... I chose them based on the color of your eyes..."

He stood before you, confused, tired, but so sincere that your heart involuntarily sank.