Solution by Nick

With her slim fingersshe brushes her hair back conscientiously and takes a shy glance around. Turning her head back to her home she eyes the gift on her front step.
A rose.
The third time this month a present of red has surprised her on her return home from work. The little invader to her doorstep left a brightness in her life unlike any other as of late.
Petite steps to her porch made her feel like a bird, gliding lazily to its destination. The time it took to reach her target was graceful, an enjoyable break in a busy life, but the end of her flight was the end of her brief adventure.
Upon reaching the door she once again demurely looked to the right and left. Still not a hint of the one she thinks of often.
A light wind dances by, the petals of the rose wave, each with the hope of being noticed by the beauty standing before it.
Just as the previous visits, she attempts to hide her smile with a nibble to her lower lip. Bending at the knees, crouching, she gingerly raises the rose before her. A white slip of paper as before rests beneath the rose.
Taking both inside with her she places the note on an end table and wanders off to send the rose to its glass prison filled with water, a centerpiece to stare at she ponders.
Wistfully she returns to the folded paper and walks to a window that overlooks her street. Greedily she opens the message to finally sate her hunger for the words burried within. Inside, the single sentence alone sends her into a spin away from the window. The paper, a dancing, white snowflake from her fingertips, drifts to the ground.
Through the window, which was never properly seen through that time, was a woman. The woman with a baby carriage, but without a baby to hold within. Many nights were spent weeping over the baby, and that daughter's father, both lost due to brake failure at a red light.
Alone she travels now with an unneeded carriage filled red roses, with a note for each, all the same. A promise to her husband, a promise to always love him, leaves her with the unability to love again. Determined, she feels that she should continue showing her husband her love for him.
The problem plagued her, how to express love to someone gone? By making others feel the love that she feels, she never breaks her promise.
She found her solution.
Slowly she walks on, cooing iinto the carriage, to her darling daughter hidden to all others.

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By: Nick