I was going to buy you flowers because your birthday was coming up and I wouldn't be there to celebrate it with you. You'd be two hours away at home with your family. (Which of course you would be). I just thought your first stop of your two weeks would be with me. You asked what days I would be free and I told you Friday through Sunday. 

I was going to buy you flowers on Friday because that's when you were supposed to come back to Florida. I was going to hug you so tight at the door with the beautiful ensemble in my hands. But then you told me you were going home home first. So, I didn't buy the flowers because I didn't want them to be dead and wilted by the time you came Saturday. 

And then it was Saturday morning and you made plans to spend the day with your sister. I had planned to buy flowers on your two hour drive here. There was no drive here. So I didn't buy the flowers.

My bed is empty and so is my weekend because I took off work for you. I told you I was going to take off work for you. I was planning on having you for three days, not one. I told my family not to come up because I thought all my attention would be on you. I didn't go home to see my dog and the annual sunflower patch because I thought I would be looking at you. I am so afraid to miss it, that they will be dead and wilted before I get the opportunity to see them again. 

I wouldn't have spent two hours planning our days, to try and fit in as many of my favorite places here as possible. I wouldn't have flushed to my friends about you staying for three days. I wouldn't have asked my friend for her football game ticket. Because how embarrassing is it to be stood up and all alone. The way I feel the need to lie to defend you. 

You said you'd come tomorrow and I am waiting to believe it. Because even if you do come is it going to be halfway into the day? Is it even worth it at that point? 

And I am so upset with you I can't even bring myself to touch a bouquet of flowers. Because look at me; I am already wilted and dead.