Last night, I saw a bunch of purple irises peeking out of a man's shopping bag, and my heart was pierced.

While I wish I was not single, in my day to day life I have become, in defense, somewhat immune - until the small moments, the little things observed. The little unconditional things that a man can do for a woman, then I come undone.

Looking at those irises, I sincerely hoped whoever received them, did so with joy. Later in the evening, I found myself crying. Trying not to, but I was.