What a wonderful post!
We were both 8 years old and we were in the same class. He was this boy with brown-red hair and the widest green eyes, like emeralds! As we were returning home from school with the school bus I told him that he had the most beautiful eyes. The very next day he rang the doorbell of my house and asked from my mom if I could come outside. After lots of begging, my mom let me go outside to meet him, but he was not there. Instead he had left 2 roses, one white and one red, at the doorstep for me to see!!!! After picking up the roses I went further out to the street to find him. Luckily, my house was on the top of this little hill, so from up there all I was able to see is this little boy running as fast as he could down the street!! That was the cutest thing! He was so shy, he just left the roses and ran away! Hehe!
15 years later I ran into him by accident! Ironically, we were both waiting for a bus to go home!!! I approached him and I actually thanked him for this memory. This was the only time I have ever been given roses. I have painted a good amount of paintings based on this memory and they always do very well.
Go figure....