Last night I had some girlfriends over to see my new place and my kitten, Pyewacket. One of them looked down before coming in, and picked up a rose that had been laying on my doorstep. It looked like it had been there a while. I guess I've been walking over it. I don't notice things like that.
I think it is a very romantic gesture from someone, but I hate not knowing who left it. I love roses, and not that many people know I love them. Also in my head, I'm wondering if one of my girl friends left it for me to pick up my spirits or if it was meant for someone else and accidentally put there. My friend said I should just enjoy it for what it is.
Any thoughts?
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Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. ~Fyodor Dostoevsky