WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING
Romance, rationed by the calendar
Somewhere it was decided that love gets two dates a year: the anniversary and the apology. Both arrive under pressure, both slightly performed, both priced accordingly. And you, meanwhile, show love the way you actually can: in lifts and reminders and the good parking spot, in logistics, in the practical stuff, because softness feels like a foreign currency and you never quite learned the exchange rate. The dilute exists precisely because love was always meant to have a weekday rate.
Petals, per drop. No declaration required.