He Used To Bring Me Flowers

He used to bring me flowers, not the kind that died in days, no silly little bouquets,  but real flowers.     A plant that I could grow and nurture and love, it used to make me feel like he put me above.... anyone else or at least himself, even if for just that moment.     He used to bring me flowers, maybe to make me feel special or adored. He stopped though, he gave up on us, maybe he got bored.     He used to bring me flowers, and make my heart sing. But now it seems his only Power is over my heart breaking.     He used to bring me flowers......