My internet hates me

Well, the fact that this is the second night in a row when I'm posting at 3 AM might be a clue that the damned thing hates me! *cries histerically* But, on the bright side, I'm almost up to day with all my fanfics. And as a bonus, I wrote another sweet and short one-shot(really, really short). Again, Gilmore but is that surprising to anyone?Here ya' go!(for non-Gilmore maniacs, Rory's favourite flowers are sunflowers)

Decisions

People have to make decisions everyday. Some times they’re easy decisions, like what you’re going to eat, or wear, or what movie you’ll see. Sometime they’re hard. Painful, heartbreaking decision…and in the end you can just hope you got it right and pray for the best. Sometimes, even the hardest decisions are easy to make. Other times, it’s the other way around.
I stood there, in my mother’s living room, looking at the bouquet on the table. It was beautiful…anyone could have told you that. There were at least a hundred red roses, placed delicately in a big vase, with little branches of baby’s breath thrown in among them. It was perfect. Round, greatly thought out, not one single rose fading. It had a nice card, printed on expensive paper, that said nice things. And it was for me. Next to it, there was a book in which someone had placed a single sunflower. It wasn’t perfect…the petals didn’t form a perfect circle and a few of them had even started to fall on the table.
This was an easy decision to make.
I picked up the flower from the book and bolted through the door, to the man that was waiting for me. The same black, unruly hair, the same dark eyes that changed every second, sometimes annoyed, sometimes happy, never empty, the same fingers that tangled perfectly with mine.
He wasn’t perfect…but neither am I.

If you say you don't like it I'm gonna cry.

And just for the record, never drink coffee while watching Gilmore. Me splattering coffee all over myself and the screen was not a pretty or lady-like sight(it's amazing that I can still laugh like a maniac when I watch it, isn't it?).