The Silent Rose Giver

I work at a flower stall. For the fifth time in a row, this guy shows up, buys a rose, and hands it to me without a word. At first, I thought he was just shy. Today, like clockwork, he came by again, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I blurted out, “Okay, let’s finally get to know each other.” That’s when he pulled out a piece of paper from his

pocket and wrote that he’s mute—and he’s been bringing me roses because he admires me. My heart melted. What started as a quiet gesture turned into the sweetest confession. Now, we’re planning our first real conversation, with paper and smiles. Sometimes, love speaks loudest in silence.