I sent flowers to the wrong apartment. She showed up at my door three days later and changed everything.

So on Valentine’s Day, I ordered flowers for this girl I’d been kind of seeing. Nothing super serious, but I thought it’d be a nice gesture. Just something small.

I was in a rush and typed her address too fast. Didn’t even notice I mixed up two numbers in her apartment. Hit place order and went on with my day. Got the delivery confirmation a couple hours later but no text. No thank you, no these are beautiful nothing. Just silence.

Next day, still nothing. By day three, I figured alright, cool, guess that’s over. Kinda sucked but whatever. Then someone knocked on my door.

This woman’s standing there with the flowers in her hands. I didn’t recognize her at first.

She goes, Hey these showed up at my place. I almost threw them out but they were too pretty. Figured I’d try to get them to the right person. I was like Oh. Wow. Yeah. Those were for someone who didn’t really answer.

She smiled and said, Their loss.

And then, before leaving she kinda laughed and said, “You’ve got good taste though. If you ever need help picking out flowers again, I’m right down the hall.”

I stood there like an idiot holding these now very awkward flowers thinking… did that just happen?

Next day I sent her a new bouquet. Just some simple yellow tulips with a note that said

Thought you deserved your own.

That afternoon, she slid a sticky note under my door. It said

Do you send flowers to all your neighbors or was I just lucky?

We ended up grabbing coffee that weekend. Talked for like two and a half hours without even realizing it. Then we did it again. And again.

Now it’s almost a year later. We’re still together. She still teases me about not knowing how to type an address. I still get her tulips every once in a while, especially when I have no idea what else to do.

Funny how one wrong number turned out to be the right one.

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