When this happened,
The shamrock plant had mistakenly been put out in the sun that day.
The temperature was also 86 degrees, which was definitely enough to do some damage.
When I saw the vulnerable creature–withered, drooping, and fragile–I took that as a sign that my luck had evaporated.
I needed that extra luck.
Especially at a time like this.
So when I noticed that one clover was still standing tall,
I hung onto it with all my might.
But I guess you can’t put all your luck into one clover.
The whole plant eventually died.
Then this showed up at my doorsteps.
The boyfriend right behind it.
I had never gotten flowers from a boy before.
This meant a lot to me.
The bouquet also had a name.
I know I can’t bet my whole life on a bouquet of flowers.
But please, please let this be a sign.