Each day I go out back, around two 'o' clock, and water my rose garden. Then each day, at the same time I see a man walk by. He has short brown hair and light green eyes. This is my crush. Everyday I wait for him while tending to my roses. I never say a word when he walks by though. I'm just to shy. Even if he were to notice me one day, I know my mind would go blank and nothing would come out. Then he would walk away thinking about me and how weird I was or strange. I just couldn't bare the thought. So I just stand and stare. If he does turn my way, I just turn to my roses and continue on with my watering. Not much else I can do.

After that I go out and have some lunch at the local diner. I talk with my friends, if there, who keep encouraging me to ask him out or at least say good morning, but no. I just keep saying no and blushing. I try to change the subject to something else, like clothing sales, or tips on make-up, but sometimes it just doesn't work. My friends are good friends, no question about it, but they can get on my last nerve when it comes to dating and boyfriends. So I just finish eating as quickly as possible and leave. Of course I pay for my share of food as well.

Although, today I had finally had enough. It was nearing the end of summer and fall was closing in. Soon my roses would need to be cut so they could go to seed. Then they would freeze and die by winter. During this time I couldn't be able to see my crush, except when I wasn't busy and had time to look out my window. So I woke up and got dressed. Had some breakfast and did my chores. Then around two 'o' clock I walked out back. I started watering and trimming my flowers and then turned to notice my crush walking by. He was holding a box, I wasn't sure what it was for, but I knew I had to say something.

Before it was too late. So I put down my watering can and walked over to the side of the gate. There I took a deep breathe and formed the words good morning in my mouth, but when I tried to spit them out. Nothing. I was still to scared. I ran into the house crying. Stupid! Stupid! I thought to myself. Of course I couldn't do it, I was too big of a coward. My confession would be stuck with me for another year. I decided to ignore the rest of my gardening for the day and go to the diner early. When I walked in, my crush was at the counter taking with the manager, Frank. I had known Frank for a long time now, we were good friends.

I looked around for my friends, just in case they got my text, but no. They hadn't arrived yet. I had messaged them, tell them how bad I was feeling and I needed so friendly comfort. I thought they would have come to the diner immediately, but again I was thinking like an idiot.

Then suddenly, Frank stopped talking and pointed at me. The man at the counter smiled and said thank you, I think. He then began to walk my way. When we were face to face he smiled and said, "So, your names Joyce." I was speechless. How did he know my name? Then I realized Frank in the background waving me on to answer. "Um, yes and who are you?"

My head was down. I couldn't bare to look him in the eye. My face was on fire and my heart was throbbing. I thought I was going to faint, but I pulled myself together. "My name is Dean." Dean, that was a handsome name. "Nice to meet you Dean, but how do you know me?" I thought this was the best way to start up a conversation. "Well you see, it's a bit silly, but I have to kind of crush on you. I have actually been watching you in your garden each day, but every time you turn my way, I'm to shy to look back. I realized one day I just had to meet you in person. So I came here and asked Frank if he knew you. He said he knew you very well and then you suddenly walked in. I was a little nerves at first, but I feel a whole lot better now talking with you about this." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was watching me too? And at the same time as I was watching him.

It was almost laughable. "I feel the same way. I had been watching you from my garden and." I stop short remembering my garden. I still had to finish watering and trimming them or they wouldn't go to seed. I had decided to blow them off, but hadn't thought of the consequences. I slide out the door and ran home. I had to leave Dean behind and I felt really bad about it. He probably wouldn't like me any more after this, but I did just give him up for roses. Then I heard footsteps behind me. Fast and fast they came, closing in. I turned around to look. It was Dean! "Dean?"

"Hey, why did you run off like that?"

"I had forgotten about my roses. If I don't get home soon they may not go to seed." I felt a little selfish only thinking about my roses and not how Dean felt. "Then we better get going then." Dean. He really was perfect.

When we returned home I went to work. Dean, in the background only watched. When I was done I smiled with success. Then Dean rapped his arms around me and said, "There beautiful."

"You're not made that I thought more these roses then you?"

"Not at all. After all these roses brought us together."

"How's that?"

"Cause, every time I see you smile like that, I get butterflies in my stomach." Butterflies huh? I had the same reaction every time I saw him walk by my house. "Then lets hope we get more butterflies to visit my garden next year." I said with a smile was we kissed. And at the same time a swarm of butterflies popped out of my rose bushes and engulfed us.